I really could quit looking up things to feature here and just read Jeremy Clarkson for material. Here’s his latest:
OH no. It really is true. Just days after calling in the administrators, Body Shop has started to shut its branches across the country.
So where am I going to get my satsuma body butter now? And my carrot moisturiser? And my tea tree oil?
I guess I’ll have to go back to the olden days of using soap and water and accepting the fact that old people are supposed to look like scrotums.
Priceless.
I know, it’s actually scrota, but I’m not going to correct The Greatest Living Englishman.
No link to Clarkson? I have to add him to my regular reading list
I got my wife clued in to Clarkson’s Farm. She loves it…she’s constantly finding parallels between his farming experiences and her growing up on a wheat farm in the middle of Kansas. We’re not-so-patiently awaiting the start of the third season in May.
I’ve also shown her a few episodes of The Grand Tour and (older) Top Gear, and she at least didn’t hate them. Maybe she’d be even more receptive to them now.
Clarkson is always refreshingly poignant with his direct-fire observations, anyone not understanding that point of view is a Lefty, a moronic ninny, or a bureaucrat, which usually encompasses both descriptors.
I have been a fan for years. I especially appreciate the genuine bond between Clarkson, Hammond and May.