A funny (and possibly true) story about Jeremy Clarkson.

During the mid-nineties, when new ladism and Britpop was all the rage, JC, being a lad icon, used to hang out in London's trendy Met Bar*.

One night, he met Kate Moss there. He introduced himself, saying "Hi, I'm Jeremy Clarkson, I do Top Gear".

Kate replied "You're a drug dealer?"

Also, according to Uri E Bakay, Clarkson "(has) got a face like a bulldog licking piss off a thorn". So, there you go.

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*London's trendy Met Bar was, for about a year or so, *the* place where all the Britpop "stars" hung out. Blur, the Gallagher brothers (Oasis), members of Elastica and Pulp, Bobby Gillespie, and other lad icons such as Michael Caine and Phil Daniels.

Jeremy Clarkson now has a (sort of) bi-weekly column in the London Times Online edition. It is apparently archived here: http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/driving/jeremy_clarkson/, at least as of this writing. If you don't take him seriously (and you really shouldn't), his writing is cynical, sarcastic and frequently amusing - it also concerns the vehicle being reviewed roughly 50% of the time, so you really don't have to be a car buff to enjoy it.

His articles can be summarised as: Good read. Oh, was there something about a car?

Politically incorrect, irreverent and refusing to pay any lip service whatsoever to the people who let him drive their half-million quid cars, his columns are worth a look at least. His own writing describes him better than I can here, at least until a real biographer comes along.