The Toss-Pot Times
Because I counted more than
yes Thirty Frigging Three
Now don't get me wrong I'm nothing if not
I wrote about my feelings ages ago about the BBC
wasting our licence fees on programmes like Top Gear.
Three grown men capering around the world smashing up cars
led by the Oh So lovely (obviously his own inflated opinion)
I'm fully aware, I'm now coming across as a real Granny Grump,
and you know something, I don't care.
Is it any wonder that kids find fun in nicking cars and driving at speed.
Even fully legit young drivers roar up behind you,
you can see in your rear view mirror their mates egging them on.
And yes, an old grey haired dear zooming around at 31 mph in her
scratch black Smart with matching fluffy dice
is fair game.
On opening the Times, I huffed and puffed at the sight of my least favourite
man on the top of the front page.
The motoring section was featuring 20 years of J.C.
not content with illustrating each year with one picture, we
were blessed with 31 foto's.
My man, who by now you probably have a great deal of sympathy with,
'Lin they are making a thing of his contribution to motoring!'
'Humph... double Humph!'
'Daft tart!' I hear you thinking, just don't buy it.
Well we wouldn't, but we do enjoy the culture section;
which before you get the wrong idea we only use for the...