Seeing as we're officially into june 24th I've had to face the fact that I didn't get Top Gear tickets for this year, and probably never will. I won't say that I'm not a bit bummed, because I am, but the chances are minimal at best to get them, so I didn't have such high hopes to begin with.But in stead of frowning and being in a pissy mood I'm just happy my mates are back on the telly. Every season start I sort of wait for them to slip up, not be funny anymore, or just seem to be running out of ideas. Should seem like an inevitable thing for a TV show (no matter how popular and huge) about such a "small" topic as cars. I can very happily report that I don't think this will be that season, if it ever comes. They're still doing what they do best, bickering, cocking about and being each others best play mates, and they still make me laugh out loud. And there aren't a lot of TV shows that does that. Not while sober, anyway.
Not going to reveal much if anyone who reads this hasn't seen the first episode, but they have one of their races again, and Hammond (as per usual) ends up with the bad end of the deal, even though it usually doesn't seem like it, at least initially. And boy that man really live in his own little fantasy world sometimes, I'm not sure there are many blokes who can get so excited and rile themselves up that much over a 60 year old bike. He even hummed his own imaginary theme music. Repeatedly! Note to self: When I'm 40 and have two kids, I'm going to be just as
imaginative and childish. On the other hand he does need to snap out of that midlife hair crisis ASAP, he's starting to look like... Bon Jovi. And not in a good way. Hammond, darling, I love you dearly, but get a bloody haircut, before those bangs make you walk into a wall or something. And about the spraytan: Careful, you're balancing on a thin line...
