Category: jeremy clarkson

A Brit a Day [#1121]

Richard Armitage at last year’s Comic Con.  
Comic Con 2013 is in less than 2 months!  I wish this guy[Jeremy Clarkson, below] and his crew would make an appearance there.  If Mythbusters do, then why not Top Gear?  Is it because they don’t want to step on the toes of their American counterparts?  That has never stopped them from going to Australia. They would bring down Hall H.  
Really, though, San Diego needs a Brit Fest.

A Brit a Day [#1103]

Let the Top Gear Fan Art Fringe Festival begin!  I can only take credit for the name, none of the art.  Above, an installation of a matchbox-sized Ford GT [I think, I’m only guessing] into the pages of one of Jeremy Clarkson’s books.

A Brit a Day [#1072]

And as the microphone squeaks 
A young girl’s telephone beeps 
Yeah she’s dashing for the exit she’s running to the streets outside 
“Oh you’ve saved me,” she screams down the line 
“The band weren’t very good 
And I’m not having a nice time” 

Yeah but his bird thinks it’s amazing, though 
So all that’s left 
Is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf 

He talks of San Francisco, he’s from Hunter’s Bar 
I don’t quite know the distance 
But I’m sure that’s far I’m sure that’s pretty far 

I’d love to tell you all my problem 
You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham

Men from Yorkshire seem to have a way with words.  I’ve always said that Sheffield boy Alex Turner [who wrote the song ‘Fake Tales of San Francisco’ for his band Arctic Monkeys when he was about five or something] could make the English language lay down at his feet, rhyming.

And then, of these three idiots who make me laugh until the tears come, two have a connection to Rotherham.  James May grew up there.  And Jeremy Clarkson trained to be a journalist at the Rotherham Advertiser.

And then there was Albert Gardner, a displaced Yorkshireman who, along with his wife May, made us feel like family when we visited Kilwinning, Scotland, in 2000.  The Gardners became like adopted grandparents to me, and while Al may have been able to keep the neighbors in stitches, I’ll never really know how witty his jokes were.  His Yorkshire accent was so heavy that I understood naught of what he said.

A Brit a Day [#1070]

Happy birthday to the man who shares not only my birthday but my actual birthdate–we are exactly the same age.  Many happy returns of the day to Jeremy Clarkson, and thank you for bringing so much joy into our lives.