Chez Moi

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Let me state at the outset: I love Jeremy Clarkson and his sense of humour. When British television is full of gay comedians pulling everyone’s legs in the hope of getting a few laughs or stand ups mouthing lines well thought out backstage to canned laughter, this guys is rip roaringly funny purely for being himself. One wouldn’t expect to be rolling along the aisles while watching a motoring show but that is what I seem to do most Sunday nights, when Top Gear is aired. Even my son loves his quirky sense of humour!

Jeremy has never been one to shy away from a controversy or air his views, however non-PC they may be. He just shoots from the hip, no holds barred.

But even I was concerned when he rubbished the public’s fears over their monetary and identity safety after the loss of the HMRC discs. He pooh-poohed claims that any nutter could now do away with their money and being Jeremy, went one step further and made his bank details public, in the column he writes for a National daily.

And one bright johnny decided to let Clarkson know what happens when you shoot yourself in the foot. Said johnny set up a direct debit to transfer £500 every month to a charity. When Jeremy found that £500 of his hard earned cash had gone walkies, he looked in and unearthed this. Arguing with the bank, Jeremy-style, didn’t help him a bit.

So he ate a stringy morsel of crow and admitted the error of his ways in his recent column. At least it is for a good cause, Jeremy and not to fund someone who has a penchant for bathing in quality Moet, like they show in that lovely ad on the telly. And next time, please stick to ribbing Hammond about his hairstyle and James May about everything under the sun.

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