A further indication of my advancing extreme old age is that when Clarkson or May grumble about environmentalism, I just roll my eyes. I've been reading May's amusing column in the Telegraph this morning (I liked
this one so much I saved a copy). It's very unusual for me to be reading the thoughts of someone who fits comfortably into their society and is quite happy with the way things are, thank you. (I note that May has at least three personae: the TV presenter reading briskly from the autocue, the vague mild-mannered mumbling idiot ("Eggs."), and his perfectly articulate voice, which reminds me of an old Punch columnist.)
ETA: Had a look at Jeremy's Times column. Not as clever or funny as James'. Clarkson basically takes on the persona of the uncle who makes a lot of outrageous fascist comments at a family dinner to upset the kids. Yawn. He's much funnier being a ten year old in a car or folding in half with laughter at May helplessly sliding down the ski jump.