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.