Und das zeigt sich gerade mal wieder in einem Absatz innerhalb seines Verrisses Testberichts zum Fiat Panda:

As you may know, I’m not well disposed to the idea of governments banning things, except for beards and ginger hair and butter beans and Scotsmen sitting in Westminster and caravans and any talk of global warming by people who don’t know what they’re on about and the Toyota Prius and books with no plot and costume dramas on ITV and anything with Jade Goody in it and Ken bloody Livingstone, but the only thing that stops me from banning the Fiat Panda from the outside lane of a motorway is that May would become even later for his call times on Top Gear.

Aber viele Menschen (mich eingeschlossen) mögen das, wie dieser Kommentar zeigt:

One of my sons has a beard. Another has red hair. I like butter beans AND I have a caravan which allows me to park at night and open the door in the morning with a view of the Loire, or the Apennines, or the Mediterranean. I also admire Jeremy Clarkson’s writing and forgive him his prejudices. Whether he wants forgiveness or not!

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