Please don't hit me.
So, I love (to make scoffing noises at) Jeremy Clarkson. And I - obviously - lust for Richard Hammond. I mean, hello. I am but human, etc etc. But I sometimes - occasionally - you know, once in a while - feel that James May is actually my Top Gear soulmate. Although I like to drive fast (mmmm, I luuuuuuuuve to drive fast), I must confess that I just adore James. I love his narrow-eyed looks at the others when they tease him, and his quiet resignation when they refer to him as Captain Slow. I love his smirky little remarks to, well, everyone, and his endless pursuit of information. Also I find it ASBOLUTELY DISTRACTING when he starts babbling about velocity and gravity and equations and calculations and mmmmm.
I know. It's weird. *sigh*
I know. It's weird. *sigh*