The World According to Clarkson

He says everything the way it IS.

Yes PC is the way to go, but the reality of life for everyone isn't PC yet!

This isn't so much a laugh out loud funny book but more the kind where you can appreciate some of his silly, OTT views. Clarkson has a gift for phrases and while a lot of it is sneering, it is enjoyable sneering from someone who doesn't take himself too seriously.

This is best delved into while having a meditative dump.

Bloody good stuff. So true.
One line that stuck in my mind. In 3rd world countries there's often a desperation in peoples faces whereas in provincial England there's a gormlessness. Describing the Vauxhall nova boys tearing up the neighborhood. Some great lines.
LOL funny book.

A moment ago, I wrote a review of a CD that was so horrible, I ejected it after the fifth track,and left it on a desk in hopes someone would steal it.

Well, now I'm going to review The World According to Clarkson even though I haven't finished it, either. Unfinished, and for a completely different reason.

Why? Because I am so thoroughly enjoying this book I'm trying to draaaaag it out to savour as long as possible, and then praying there's a followup book.

I only ordered this book because, yes, I am a slavvering American fan of Top Gear, Wikipedia'd it for more info, and found out that all three presenters are also journalists. Since Top Gear tickles me so much, I thought what the heck, and ordered a sampling of books from each.

What a wicked good surprise this book is. Not motor related at all, it's like a modern day Erma Bombeck crossed with Politically Incorrect, with a particular penchant for tormenting the environmentally overcorrect. A collection of newspaper columns, Clarkson covers (occasionally rants) on everything from holidays to politics to children to cunning rodents. I can literally hear his voice gravelling out his bombastic but too,too funny pronouncements.

Jeremy Clarkson, if I were a man (and thank God for my husband that I'm not!) I would want to be you. Making lots of burning rubber and squealing sounds in fast cars, living in the delectable English countryside, writing witty stuff, irritating the humor-deficient, and getting away with it. And drawing an absurdly fat (but well deserved) paycheck all the while. (*goggles at the unfairness of it all*)

Or, as my kids would say, "well, s*cks for you, Mom". Yeah, it does.

Think of this book as the verbal equivalent of being behind the wheel of a Veyron on a race from the Riviera to the NatWest Tower. Damn good fun. Don't want it to end.

How can you not like anybody who is actually so delightfully and utterly un-PC?

Clarkson serves up a collection of his columns and describes anything and everything in his own (sort of) witty, boyish, yobish, chavy, very loud mouthed way. He talkes absolute nonsense most of the time, but it is a different voice amongst the endless masses of political corretness and general niceness that perveates the modern media. Read it for fun, it's a fun read.

I must say though, that some of the columns might be a bit dated, which when you know it really isn't that much of a bother.