In Top Gear

Here's something that made me laugh.

Though I'm a cyclist I love watching Top Gear, driven by Jeremy Clarkson, ably assisted by his co-drivers the Hamster and James May.

It's a pleasure to watch a well-engineered programme being driven at, and over many PC or just plain prissy sacred cows, it's fun watching them having man fun, doing silly things because they're, well, silly.
This programme is a highly tuned, grunting beast of a vehicle of fun.

The best bit this year, and it should get a prize, was when Jeremy Clarkson in response to a reader's letter asking why don't they test cars properly like they used to.

Was it a real letter from a Mr Needham? who cares.

Jeremy then tests the new Fiesta with a high-octane blend of sarcasm and dead-pan taking of the proverbial.

Then it changes gear and goes slightly surreal, being chased through a shopping centre by baddies in a corvette, finally being topped off by taking part in a beach assault with Royal Marine Commandos.
Enjoy for two weeks at and possibly longer at

On another level it is a joy of a ride to watch such well constructed journalism, long may your turbos be boosted lads.

a traditional journalistic touch,

a teddy bear but writ large

he's about to fire, Clarkson fingers in ears

this took ages to capture the bullet cases flying

as the marine fires from inside the carlove the touch here, the marine carefully closing the door


And he tops it off with the classic old-style topgear pose, foot on the car.

Though this program finally marked a psychological capitulation on my part. I know now Communism will never work, as they pointed out in their feature on communist cars, the Russians built a 51/2 liter v8 which only reached 98 mph, that's a sickening indictment of a political theory.