Clarkson gets his comeuppance

It’s been a long time coming. But it’s obviously something he’s been courting. And is it a coincidence that his contract was due to expire at the end of March?

Why am I reminded of Charles Saatchi having a go at Nigella’s throat? Speaking as a fully qualified saloon bar psychologist, I’d say there’s a distinct corollary between the swollen egos of such narcissistic men and the licence they give themselves to resort to physical violence when all else fails.

Curious, too, that food was a common feature. Let them eat humble pie. As if.

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