So there we have a stupid bloody programme which is watched by men in their late 40 plus and a few 17 year old dreamers. The 40's plus brigade (who can now afford a 10 year old sports car) see themselves as cool, dispite a thin crown, chest to stomach the same width and a dodgey walk,sorry almost forgot the jeans, minus an ass.

They think this will get the young girls looking at them. The programme is "must see" viewing for this crew. They go down to their local and over a swift half, tell the guys about some sports car well outside of their price range as if it was sitting at their front door.

Then they talk about some second rate presenter, who half the country never heard off until he almost produced a widow, as if he was some kind of hero ! Yeah, Hammond is a great guy, would I or would I not love to get a chance at the wheel of something like that ! Then go into a rant about what he did wrong, as if they knew the pit falls of the accident.

Boys, sadly you only get money in your pocket (for that ten year old Z3)when too many birthdays came first. Settle for a drive to the car wash on a Saturday morning and a look through the car mags, when your wife is in another part of the store getting the weekly shop.

Sad really.