Just finished Richard Hammond's On The Edge, his account of his crash and recovery from the resulting brain damage. Since there's so much he can't remember, the book's partly penned by his wife Mindy, whom he modestly (and correctly :-) says is the better writer. It opens with a few brief couple of chapters on Hammond's childhood stunts involving ( Read more... )

It's now approxiately ten hours since I dropped the boys off at the cattery, something I always find enormously stressful. I hadn't realised how much of that was the cats' obvious distress, first at the taxi, then at the sudden plunge into unknown surroundings. Normally I have no choice but to leave them cowering and miserable. But this time, they ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

omg, Top Gear interviewed a synaesthete! (Check out the sceptical comments. Does this mean I belong to another oppressed minority? w00t!)