My secret vice…
Ever since my enforced leisure time started, I’ve been happily able to indulge in two hours of my secret vice every weekday - repeats of Top Gear on television. For someone who’s constantly preaching to others about car usage and whose ideal dream car is a Toyota Prius, it seems odd - even to me - that I find Top Gear so darned entertaining, but I do. Even if I used to get confused between the two non-Clarksons.
But not any more. I was surprised at the huge amount of press coverage that was given to Richard Hammond’s accident - he was second on the news agenda that day, and there were live broadcasts from outside the hospital he was stationed at. I mean, it’s a terrible accident that didn’t deserve to happen - but he’s only a TV presenter. A loved one, at that.
I guess I’m surprised at the press coverage because I always felt Top Gear was a cult TV programme - one to be enjoyed furtively with the windows closed, and not to be discussed with anyone. Bit like Doctor Who really.
Luckily, he’s now out of intensive care and appears to be on the mend. But in the meantime, you can donate money to the Yorkshire Air Ambulance Service which ferried him to hospital in the first place, and I leave you with two newspaper headlines. They can’t even agree on one thing…
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