Some say he's born in Doncaster in 1960 and that he gets out of the womb. Drifting.
Some say that his first words were “speed” and “power” and that when he passed his driving test a cone of light enlightened him from above.
Some say that his passion for cars is second only to his passion for rosé wine, or the reverse…
Some say he flies like a butterfly and stings like a bee, especially if his food is cold or you're Piers Morgan…
Some say that Levi's begged him to stop wearing their jeans and that he has an unusual passion for hammers….
Some say that he hosted a car show with two penises for seventeen years, because how hard can it be?
Some say he's a shaved ape in a shirt, other says he's a raging baboon and that he calls every horse he sees Tesco.
Some say he's a legend of motoring journalism, other says less flattering words, but they can all sod off…
Some say most of you had read all this in his voice
All we know is… He's not the Stig or one of the Stig's cousins… He's Jeremy Clarkson!
Happy 59th birthday Mr. Clarkson!
I thought to write a celebratory post, but then I dropped the idea, Mr. Clarkson doesn't need a presentation, and a post the size of British encyclopedia wouldn't be long enough to tell everything about him. I hope you enjoyed the read.