Certain People in my family have a great fondness for the boofy turbo-boosted mayhem that is Top Gear. I confess the laddish antics often make me laugh as well, although of course there are Those Other Moments Of Which The Less Is Said The Better.
However, I appear to have developed a tendency to come over a bit Clarkson after some exposure to his regular outbreaks of going ape. Bellowings such as “why the hell did you do it that way?” and “no no no that’s just an accident waiting to happen” pass from my lips.
Shock and horror alert: apparently a middle-aged woman carrying on like a pork chop at minor irritations is no laughing matter. Not At All.
My solution to this problem is that they will have to watch it less to avoid the dreaded Jeremy exerting his pernicious influence upon me. Aghast stares resulted – this is apparently Just Not On.
They Have Been Warned.