𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is
Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he?
And somehow that is the whole point
I have watched him for most of my life
First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need
Then as something bigger
The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had
A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it
From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked
Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture
James May the patient one
Richard Hammond the brave one
And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again
When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared
The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was
He owned it, apologized and carried on
No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback
He just kept being himself and let the work speak
The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed
The format was never the magic
The men were
You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them
But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus
Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have
He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view
No editing it into a success story
No pretending the numbers work when they do not
His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it
A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy
Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care
He showed that too
Most people would have cut it
And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable
He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light
The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week
People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care
And then there is the part nobody warned me about
Men who raise animals for meat and still love them
Who name them, worry about them, sit with them
Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them
And feel the full weight of sending them off
He does not hide that
He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it
The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard
That is not weakness
That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show
We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand
And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won
He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product
That is the whole secret
There is no act
There never was
And that is exactly why we keep watching
Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!
appreciation tweet for this incredible woman. her choreography and her teaching ability is truly second to none and i will never stop singing her praises😭 her presence on #strictly is a true blessing
Right folks I’m closing; I can tell you something for nothing I will not be on here for next 4yrs posting what I have for>13yrs;
Week ONE of 207>more weeks of KHANAGE has been as bad as any of his other 364 weeks as @MayorofLondon🤦♂️ Stay Strong & Safe if you can; Nite👋
Latest News headlines state that our nation may have to call up our young men to arms and fight an aggressor in the future.
As I read those words, I felt physically sick to the stomach. Not because I fear death, nor that I no longer love my nation, but more the outright gall of those that request it, after all that they have done, or allowed to happen to our once beautiful country!
As I look around my nation today, in every town that I have once visited and admired, I feel sick at the state of them now!
Then I glanced at my young daughter and reflected on what our nation has become, under the control of these idiots that we are asked to elect into local councils, Mayoral positions and government.
I strongly suggest you do the same, and break that really bad habit you have fallen into of not voting!
When you do start voting again, NEVER vote for the usual suspects, they are all charlatans!
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If you want to see Michelle Mone kicked out of the House of Lords and arrested until she pays the £232,000,000 she owes give this a RT.
We won't forget.
Tory MP Edward Leigh claimed #expenses of £2,332 for heating last year and £2,474 the previous year.
Retweet if you think he should pay his own utility bills.
Folks as a youngster in secondary school I watched real life films about World War1&2 called ‘All our Yesterday’s’ It always left me feeling sad when I saw what so many soldiers went through; the sacrifices that they made to fight for our Freedoms that so many take for granted today;
Tens of Millions lived on rations just enough to keep them alive as Britain rebuilt itself from the devastation;
No 56inch Flat screen TV’s IPhones that takes photos & can connect to the other side of the world in seconds; a hot shower at the press of a button; smart cars branded merchandise costing hundreds of £’s etc etc
What they survived on to rebuild this once great country was Moral Fibre Community Spirit & Respect; people worked & saved hard for the most basic of items & appreciated the little they had & worked so hard for(
Later generations enjoyed & took full advantage of the freedoms that they had; the swinging 60’s into the 70’s & 80’s & then this country started losing it’s way its purpose & values & into the 90’s there were too many rights & too few or no responsibilities
I do often wonder what they would think if they saw this country today; broken lost & angry; I’m certain that they would be stunned & so so disappointed!
I personally state once again I love my country but I don’t like what it’s become & I certainly don’t like the direction in which it’s going;
35yrs ago when I first broke from police ranks to highlight what I saw going wrong within policing victim care & public safety I actually felt positive when as a serving police officer & saw society fractured & thought surely we can all work together & build Britain back Great Again;
Now having given all my good years & in my small way trying to help make a little difference I’m old; tired & running out of life & I think I will die seeing a country I was born in full of Anger; Hatred Division & Broken;
To be honest I TRULY feel lost sad & depressed; I sadly don’t have any children but I truly feel for all of you who do have; what future what hope is there for you & for them?
I can only hope that one day the silent majority finally wake up & realise that we have a duty of care to our country & to the next generation to build a better & safer Britain & give them the best start;
We have too many lost children with no no hope & no values no value of their life or others; just look at how many children are killing other children; what does it say about their parents when their children feel the need to join gangs to feel wanted & valued?
Of course it’s not all children but sadly too many!
I suppose the best I can do is just pray that one day Britain Wakes up & regains it’s lost Community Spirit Moral Fibre & Respect cos that will be a start on rebuilding what’s broken;
I truly truly don’t know if & when that will happen & sadly I don’t see that happening anytime soon!
Finally I see a sadness in our elderly’s eyes too many I know feel like me & even on here I see too many state that they are glad that they are heading towards the end of their lives; I see despair as I stated in much of our youth;
I’ll finish on the main purpose of this post I’m certain all those who lost their lives in World War1&2 didn’t too it for people like me & too many other to be feeling like we do!
All of those not only gave their best they have their all & the pertinent Question is? For What? Surely? Not for the overview I’ve given & what I personally see & feel & I’m certain I can’t be the only one with this view!
God Bless & we certainly need his blessing that’s for sure!
Thank You👋
Folks on this day 38 yrs ago our MET Police Brother PC Keith Blakelock was attacked by a Rioting Mob on the Broadwater Farm Estate in Tottenham & Whilst trying to protect Fire Fighters Keith was mercilessly attacked & killed; Always remembered Never forgotten; RIP Brother😞
Troll alert.. apparently I shouldn't question teachers, I don't have the intelligence to work out how valuable their input is.
I had the intelligence to realise at 12 years old that The
Recorder would never feature in my day to day life, and not knowing what a semi quaver was wouldn't impair my future, despite the fact they named a very tasty snack after it, they did didn't they🤔
I knew logarithms would be at the very back of my to do list, they belong where net zero belongs, and despite my English not being the best I managed to see a legal loophole on a land registry document that my solicitor had missed and it cost the land registry 6 figures to put it right.
Ridiculous programs like The Apprentice seem to think a hard arsed approach to business is the only way forward. I couldn't work for anyone who had such a soulless approach to business, so I never expected anyone who worked for me to tolerate it either.
It's easier of course with a small team of people.
Granted I'm no Alan Sugar, but I never wanted to be a 'boss' I wanted a more intimate environment, and never ever set my sales team any targets. There was no need, they got paid well for doing well. I only employ people capable of working on their own initiative , you don't need targets with a mindset like that.
So all in all my formal school education has not figured in my various successes. I learned Henry the 8th was a serial shagger who got rid of some of his totty under the axe, continental shelves aren't something from IKEA and it's only in recent times I've ever understood George Orwell, who seems more like a clairvoyant than an author now.
Out of the many hours I spent in school lesson most of them bored me, lackluster teachers with zero imagination delivering knowledge like a shopping list, for a click and collect, looking at their watches, wondering how much longer they'd have to sit with these no hoper working class kids. Pastoral advice came from a trusted family member, in our family it was my mother, we didn't need to obsess over being fat or in the wrong body, we were more interested in filling our bellies. I guarantee there isn't one starving African worried about being too fat or getting his pronouns wrong. So I'll criticise the batshit crazy education system all I want, because they're making a balls up of precious young minds that need guidance not grooming!
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Please retweet, DUDLEY PAYNE, #PRESTON#LANCASHIRE Found guilty of abusing an 11 week old puppy called Rocko. The vet reported the worse postmortem findings he'd ever seen, cigarette burn caused eye to prolapse, hip fracture, ruptured liver, head trauma, all just 6 days after he bought the puppy from a breeder.
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This public payphone hung on the wall in the Shamrock Lodge pub in Finglas village for many a year, and as soon as that phone rang, there was a lot of heads turning, and a few shouts to the barman, “If that’s someone looking for me, I’m not here!”. This used to happen in a lot of pubs around the country that had the public payphone, and especially my local The Drake Inn in Finglas. There was always a hush when the phone rang in the Drake, just before the barman answered it, just in case it was for you, and in case whoever was phoning heard your voice in the background, and then you couldn’t deny that you were there. The barman would answer the phone while scanning the place, and if his eyes fixed on you then it was for you, he’d say to the person on the phone “Hold on and I’ll have a look”, and then give you the nod, which meant are you here or not? A shake of the head was good enough, as some people on the other end of that phone used to have supersonic hearing and would swear blind to the barman that they heard you talking. The phone call would end with the barman being called a liar and getting a load of abuse, and you didn’t even open your mouth, only to take a sup of your pint and a drag on your smoke. You knew it was time to go home when the barman gave you that look, and says “Go home, I’m not covering for you again!”. You might get away with upsetting the missus but jaysus don’t upset the barman!
Photo: Public phone in Shamrock Lodge, Finglas.
Story: Shay Burke