Apparently, Top Gear, the Jeremy Clarkson program about fast cars and boys' toys, is sold to 200 different countries and is even more popular in America than it is here. I write about it because my son, the engineer, is taking part in the program they are currently making. They are entering a car that they have built for a 24-hour race at Silverstone and my son has done the brakes. He was there today at the track, but the car was in limp-home mode and wouldn't go above 3000 revs.
Jeremy Clarkson is very tall (6ft 4) and comes across as a chain-smoking, coca-cola swilling curmudgeon who is waited on hand and foot by young girl PAs. It is probably an act; I am sure in the privacy of his home he is meekness personified and kind to pigeons. Richard Hammond is only 5ft 4 and so when they change drivers the seat has to be mightily adjusted and a new seat-belt fitted. James May is reputedly a terrible driver who has to be coached by Jackie Stewart when they drive fact cars. The Stig is no longer Perry ****** (I dare not reveal his new identity for fear of assassination). the first Stig was sacked when he revealed his name to a Sunday paper. He now runs a racing driver school in America. The new Stig is awesomely fast.