When will Auntie stop falling all over herself apologising to the politically-correct arseholes who treat “Top Gear” as their personal punchbag?
All of the past “incidents” have been nothing more than infantile attempts to test the elasticity of the legs of the afore-mentioned PCAs – who need to get a LIFE. There are more important issues out there.
Has Jeremy been accused of interfering with a schoolboy’s shorts, thirty-five years ago? No.
Has he been accused of serious dishonesty? No.
Did he hit or abuse a woman? No.
The charge is that he delivered a fourpenny one to a MALE producer. And because of this handbags episode, dozens of technicians’ jobs are on the line, the Beeb’s number one export is in doubt – and three hundred and fifty MILLION viewers are without their weekly fix of motoring mayhem.
F’crissakes just give the two GROWN MEN gloves, stick them in a ring and let them sort it out the old-fashioned way.
Although looking at the picture of the alleged producer – a young, fit man who might obliterate the old, doughy comic presenter – perhaps it might be wiser to FINE the multi-millionaire Clarkson a couple of hundred grand and give it to said producer.
Hell, for a couple of hundred grand, Jeremy could take a poke at ME…