Jeremy Clarkson and his sidekicks
I love Jeremy Clarkson. In a platonic, slap across the head, testosterone way. Just in case you were wondering.
Clarkson is the pleb’s presenter. The man who brings bar-room banter to that austere monolith, the bib. He can humiliate a gallic monstrosity with just one sentence and lift a Korean creation to (almost) greatness – all in one beer-swillingly brilliant phrase. He’s gifted. We all know that.
But those two hangers-on of his. I forget their names. Hamster and someone. Clarkson’s woozy sidekicks. They should be behind the cameras, sweeping the studio. Eish. Maybe their dull humour works in the UK – but here in South Africa, we need more than awkward moments, forced humour and scripted audience responses. We dislike bad hair and lame lines.
Eish Clarkson, bring back Tiff and his crew, please broer!!
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