TurnerGTX
Active Member
Once, little boys dreamed of growing up to become firefighters or pilots or guitarists or - if their parents had anything to do with it - fund managers and entrepreneurial plumbers.
Nowadays, every boy grows up wanting to be one of the blokes from Top Gear. Forgive me if I'm projecting a little here; it's my way of saying that - dammit - I want to be a bloke from Top Gear. And I don't really care which one: blustery Clarkson; witty Hammond or scruffy, man-in-the-middle May.
Australia - car buffs and the uninterested alike - has gone collectively nuts for Top Gear and I've gone nuts with it. I don't know many men who don't watch the show and ask: do they really get paid to make television that is so much fun? I don't know many women who, once dragged kicking and screaming to the media centre (nee the television room), don't mutter something to the effect "that was rather fun . . . for a car show".
http://www.theage.com.au/news/epicure/wine-show-odd-couple/2007/04/19/1176697004700.html