Harriet now looked very worried. She glanced over at the sleeping TG in hope of some sanity, but sadly the dog, despairing of the sheer insanity of the car's passengers, was soundly asleep.
Richard found a rather pleasant looking pub on a high street somewhere that none of them recognised.
Clarkson climbed out of the car, grinning evilly. Harriet climbed out after him, looking very worried indeed.
And then came the embarrassment. "Oh my God, it's Richard Hammond" shrieked Jeremy, flailing.
Harriet looked horrified. "Stop it!" she hissed, panicking slightly.
"I love you, Hammond, I really do... oh, wait, is that Clarkson?!"
A look of abject horror appeared on Harriet's face, and she ran back to the car. Top Gear Dog rolled her eyes at her to show her disdain for Jeremy's stupidity, and then climbed onto her lap.
Jeremy reappeared at the window. "You ruined my plan!"
"You... you make the worst teenage girl ever!" cried Harriet, blushing furiously.
Clarkson sighed. "I happen to think I make a very convincing teenage girl."
Neither Harriet nor TG appeared convinced.
"No, look; Oh my God, Justin Timberlake is, like, soo hot, and Richard Hammond is a poncy shortarse with stupid hair... you can't tell me that's not exactly what a teenage girl sounds like."
Harriet and TG looked at one another in despair.
(Oh, God, profuse apologies to Riona...I really shouldn't attempt to write you.)
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Of course she has taste. She is a most discerning dog.
Oh, dear...*laughs far too much*
Quite possibly, yes. Well, I cannot make up my mind without having read any James/TG, really.
Oh, dear, ideas flood my mind...
Hammond was humming to himself, the smug bastard. Jeremy narrowed his eyes. Right, fine then. "I need a drink. Preferably a strong one."
Harriet glanced over at him. "But it's only..."
Clarkson turned to her. "Shush. I'm trying to embarrass Hammond."
Harriet looked distinctly alarmed. "How, exactly?"
Clarkson grinned. "You'll find out, won't you?"
Harriet now looked very worried. She glanced over at the sleeping TG in hope of some sanity, but sadly the dog, despairing of the sheer insanity of the car's passengers, was soundly asleep.
Richard found a rather pleasant looking pub on a high street somewhere that none of them recognised.
Clarkson climbed out of the car, grinning evilly. Harriet climbed out after him, looking very worried indeed.
And then came the embarrassment. "Oh my God, it's Richard Hammond" shrieked Jeremy, flailing.
Harriet looked horrified. "Stop it!" she hissed, panicking slightly.
"I love you, Hammond, I really do... oh, wait, is that Clarkson?!"
A look of abject horror appeared on Harriet's face, and she ran back to the car. Top Gear Dog rolled her eyes at her to show her disdain for Jeremy's stupidity, and then climbed onto her lap.
Jeremy reappeared at the window. "You ruined my plan!"
"You... you make the worst teenage girl ever!" cried Harriet, blushing furiously.
Clarkson sighed. "I happen to think I make a very convincing teenage girl."
Neither Harriet nor TG appeared convinced.
"No, look; Oh my God, Justin Timberlake is, like, soo hot, and Richard Hammond is a poncy shortarse with stupid hair... you can't tell me that's not exactly what a teenage girl sounds like."
Harriet and TG looked at one another in despair.
(Oh, God, profuse apologies to Riona...I really shouldn't attempt to write you.)