He's Taken All The Bones Out Of My Dog.
Jan. 23rd, 2007 11:34 pm(EDIT: Sadly, all of the Top Gear clips linked here have been taken down. I'm leaving the entry up because I don't want to lose the comments.)
In celebration of the approaching new Top Gear series, I am going to link to a lot of Top Gear news segments on YouTube. These often get stripped out of the TV repeats to make room for adverts, as the episodes are an entire hour long, which is a pity because I love them. It's just the three of them sitting around, making fun of the audience and each other, and it is glorious.
Firstly: Jeremy and the Ford GT: A Tragedy. The doomed romance between a man and his spectacularly unreliable supercar. Contains car-licking, eight million disasters and the best threat ever.
In which the trio discuss vibrating seats and horse boxes.
In which Jeremy gets himself into horrible trouble with the Political Correctness Brigade.
In which Richard is mocked mercilessly for appearing in a teenage magazine.
In which they discuss some cruel graffiti I have seen often! MAN, I’M AWESOME.
In which Jeremy is forced to eat his own hair. They are all nine.
In which Jeremy puts on the most horrendous fake French accent ever.
In which Jeremy hugs a random audience member. I am slightly envious.
In which Jeremy sets things on fire, much to Richard’s distress.
In which Jeremy’s doctor has told him not to drive or write. Oh, dear.
(EDIT: Also, discussion of a world in which cows replace cars. Contains a pun so marvellously dreadful that I may just have to marry it.)
Thanks to miti89, who uploaded almost all of these.
Finally, and completely unrelated: this Kleenex advert has been showing lately in England, and I have a strange fondness for it. I’ve certainly never been so intrigued by an advert that I went looking for it on the Internet before, so, er, well done, Kleenex?
By the way, am I the only person who finds it weirdly adorable when Jeremy, having decided in a fit of teenage-boyitude to try outrunning a tank in a Range Rover or evading gunfire in a Boxster or playing hide-and-seek with an attack helicopter, becomes more and more involved and is eventually going "WHERE ARE THEY? I'M BEING SHOT! HELP ME!" or "I can sneak behind him! Hee hee hee! OH GOD THE TANK IS AFTER ME AGAIN aha, it won't be able to follow me down here IT CAN FOLLOW ME DOWN HERE AAAH"?
In celebration of the approaching new Top Gear series, I am going to link to a lot of Top Gear news segments on YouTube. These often get stripped out of the TV repeats to make room for adverts, as the episodes are an entire hour long, which is a pity because I love them. It's just the three of them sitting around, making fun of the audience and each other, and it is glorious.
Firstly: Jeremy and the Ford GT: A Tragedy. The doomed romance between a man and his spectacularly unreliable supercar. Contains car-licking, eight million disasters and the best threat ever.
In which the trio discuss vibrating seats and horse boxes.
In which Jeremy gets himself into horrible trouble with the Political Correctness Brigade.
In which Richard is mocked mercilessly for appearing in a teenage magazine.
In which they discuss some cruel graffiti I have seen often! MAN, I’M AWESOME.
In which Jeremy is forced to eat his own hair. They are all nine.
In which Jeremy puts on the most horrendous fake French accent ever.
In which Jeremy hugs a random audience member. I am slightly envious.
In which Jeremy sets things on fire, much to Richard’s distress.
In which Jeremy’s doctor has told him not to drive or write. Oh, dear.
(EDIT: Also, discussion of a world in which cows replace cars. Contains a pun so marvellously dreadful that I may just have to marry it.)
Thanks to miti89, who uploaded almost all of these.
Finally, and completely unrelated: this Kleenex advert has been showing lately in England, and I have a strange fondness for it. I’ve certainly never been so intrigued by an advert that I went looking for it on the Internet before, so, er, well done, Kleenex?
By the way, am I the only person who finds it weirdly adorable when Jeremy, having decided in a fit of teenage-boyitude to try outrunning a tank in a Range Rover or evading gunfire in a Boxster or playing hide-and-seek with an attack helicopter, becomes more and more involved and is eventually going "WHERE ARE THEY? I'M BEING SHOT! HELP ME!" or "I can sneak behind him! Hee hee hee! OH GOD THE TANK IS AFTER ME AGAIN aha, it won't be able to follow me down here IT CAN FOLLOW ME DOWN HERE AAAH"?
