I’m not a Jeremy Clarkson lover at all, but his popularity is easy to pinpoint. He refuses to bow to political correctness, which society has impolitely imposed on the rest of us. We all say, (and post) all the politically correct stuff. But is it really what we think? Or are we simply obeying the rules? Being a macho, rev head, big mouth and tosser may be out of politically correct fashion, but there are millions who watch him every week. Why? Because Clarkson represents what they believe… but dare not say themselves. He is their release, their Top Gear clown.
But now it seems that his masters are ready to sack him for his litany of crimes, which when listed, make for more laughs than Jeremy himself could muster from his motor mad audience.
Firstly, he was forced to make a humble apology for his poetic adaptation of, Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, which by the way was only an out take and did not make it to air. The problem here was not in what he said, but what was in what everyone knows. We were all taught this little rhyme as children, so it was in us knowing what we thought he was going to say that was his crime, and not in what he said.
Secondly, the angle, or the slope on a bridge. Even though Richard Hammond says,’ it’s definitely higher on that side,’ the world of BBC puritans found another strike, and the basis to say Clarkson was on his final warning.
And now, the last strike has been struck. Clarkson didn’t get a decent meal after a long day at work, and there was an altercation between him and his producer.
It’s hardly surprising that Jeremy is a bit annoyed about all of this, and his blasting broadside at the BBC is no surprise.
So it seems all bridges, angled, sloping or higher on one side, have been burnt between Jeremy Clarkson and the BBC.
This has a certain similarity here to another ‘bigger than the bosses‘ character, Kevin Pietersen, a famous English cricketer, who was sacked from the English cricket team on similarly heinous crimes, such as whistling, and gazing out the window at team meetings.
I suppose these two examples of the consequences of ruffling the feathers of the English establishment prove one thing. The world loves a clown, but that those who employ them can’t see the humour, even when they are raking in millions from the popularity of their employees such as Clarkson and Pietersen.
It all sounds a bit, cutting off one’s nose to spite your face, don’t you think?