Clarkson on the Bugatti Veyron In a rare moment of reflection,
Jeremy admits he can be wrong. Even over the Bugatti Veyron...
Sometimes, I wish I was James May. Obviously, I don't want his jumpers, his hair or his collection of Bach records. Nor do I want his house, his cars, his accent, his ability to mend motorcycles or the leather ballet boots he bought recently. But sometimes I do wish I had his regimented, organised mind because that would make my life as a columnist so much easier. Take Richard Littlejohn, for example. Present him with a news story and you know exactly what he's going to make of it.
And it was the same story with the late Auberon Waugh. When you read in his autobiography that he was three when he learned to hate the ...