Yes, you read correctly...Jeremy Clarkson remains king. King of what?, you may rightly ask. Well, that's a very good question which I've been pondering on myself...and still haven't managed to come up with an answer which bears any sanity. I suppose you could opt for saying he's the king of ranting about everyday life...because he does that with unrivalled style. But maybe we shouldn't waste our time trying to conceive an explicable word to state what he's king of, and instead talk about his new book.
Driven to Distraction is, without doubt, his best book yet. Better than For Crying Out Loud even - and to match, leave alone be better than, F.C.O.L is a tall order. But D.T.D manages it with flying colours.
Each chapter is a collection of Jeremy's thoughts and displeasures with the world, all wrapped up in a particular type of car.
The cars range from the Reva G-Wiz (God help us, hold Jeremy back before he does something ridiculous) to the outrageously fast Koenigsegg CCX. He talks about Top Gear too.
This book is the same format as all his other books, except the alarmingly obvious revamped front cover style which was definitely a turn for the better. And I'm glad it's in the same format...why would you want anything else? Like it's predecessors, Driven to Distraction is a collection of Jeremy's laugh-out-loud-funny Sunday Times newspaper columns, and what a collection of columns they are. This book is a colossally funny read.
If you went into a bookshop tomorrow and bought this (and I strongly advise you do, right now they are half price!) and bought this book, I promise you this: you will not be disappointed.
And on that bombshell...Goodnight!