Jeremy Clarkson (Remove filter)
Letter to the Editor of the Sun (Is that a Newspaper?)
My dearest darling Jeremy Clarkson,
I love you too,
I love you on a “cellular” level,
On a brain-cellular level that is,
Not much to love, is there?
Unlike you, I don’t lie in bed at night “grinding my teeth”,
Because I have a healthy, vigorous sex life,
Well, I’ve got a life!
And I wouldn’t dream of having you “paraded naked” through the streets,
No,...
Wednesday 21st December 2022 11:12 pm
My Automare
You truly are my automare
My four-wheeled bankruptcy
My fuel-injected money pit
Made from steel and reformed shit
A velour upholstered credit card hit
Five gears of utter hell
We got off to the worst of starts
And it went downhill from there
Grinding brakes and groaning springs
Ropey tyres and front wheel spins
These are a few of my least favourite ...
Wednesday 4th September 2013 5:32 pm
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