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Don't Stop Me Now Clarkson, Jeremy

Don't Stop Me Now. Hardcover. Clarkson, Jeremy

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Jeremy Clarkson knows there’s more to life than cars. There is, after all, a whole world out there just waiting to be discovered. So, before he gets on to torque steer and active suspension, he’d like to take a little time to consider the bigger picture. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the car bit in the end, but before we do, we'll learn about:

· The unfortunate collapse of the British empire

· Why Galapagos tortoises are all mental

· France, reduced to the size of a small coconut

· Why Jeremy Paxman and the bass guitarist of AC/DC aren’t so very different

· The problems of being English

· And God’s most stupid creation

Then there are the cars: Whether it’s the poxiest little runabout or an exotic, firebreathing supercar, no one else writes about cars like Jeremy. Unmoved by official claims and uninterested in press junkets, anything on four wheels is approached without fear or favour. What emerges from the ashes is not always pretty. But it is, invariably, very, very funny.

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NO ONE WRITES ABOUT CARS LIKE CLARKSON. TRY THIS: 'Pile up to a corner, change down on the ridiculously narrow-gated gearbox, brake hard. Already your clutch leg is aching from the effort. Now turn the wheel. There's power assistance, but not much. Your arms are straining to hold the front in line, so you apply some power to unstick the back end. Grrrr, goes the 4.7 litre V8. Wheeeeeeeee goes the supercharger. And eeeeeeeeeeeeeee go the tyres as they lose traction.' OR THIS: 'I reserve my special level of hatred, my mental Defcon 4, for people who drive up the A44 at 40mph. I don't think we should be allowed to kill people who drive too slowly. It's never right to take life. But I do think we should be allowed to torture them a bit. Saw their legs off maybe, or shove a powerful air hose up their jacksies. Forty may have been acceptable in 1870, but it's simply unnaceptable now. If all the world did 40, it wouldn't work any more.'