For the Love of God, Richard Hammond is Morphing into Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen!!
I guess it was a question of ‘when’, not ‘if’ as all the omens suddenly started acumulating; however the time is now upon us when the inevitable has come to bear (please avert your gaze about NOW, if you're of a nervous disposition). First the long, flowing locks of a few years back, then the penchant for waistcoats and necklaces/beads; all of which has been subsequently followed by the presence of an elaborate goatee beard. And don't forget the pointy boots, neither for that matter.
Yes, the transformation from popular local radio presenter-turned-household name TV motoring show co-host to would-be Victorian dandy with an unhealthy interest in decadently over-decorating people’s gaffs is seemingly all but complete, as we await the final piece in the jigsaw. Namely the crushed velvet jacket, which I fear can only be months, if not weeks away from putting in a grotesque appearance.
Come now, friends. Surely it can't just be me who has noticed the uncanny resemblance of late between the cheerily-tempered, teeth-whitening advert on (albeit short) legs with a knack for crashing supercars, and the lanky fop who once made ugly, clueless people’s homes as pretentious as is humanly possible?! But for those who haven’t, here’s a quick visual reminder....
.....Please, James or Jeremy, would you do something, ANYTHING to put an end to this madness before our beloved Richard becomes the full blown Llewelyn-Bowen of the motoring journalism world! (cue collective shuddering)