When my CNN show ended a year ago, Jeremy Clarkson was effusive in his praise.
He called me a ‘ghastly little weasel’, a ‘friendless broken shell’, ‘genuinely awful’, and generously concluded: ‘Everyone hates him.’
So you can imagine that I had rather mixed emotions when news broke that he’d been suspended by the BBC for punching a Top Gear producer.
Part of me, I confess, wanted to run straight into the streets of Beverly Hills and do a one-man conga while chanting ‘Bye bye Jeremy, baby goodbye, bye bye Jeremy, don’t make me cry (with laughter).’
But then I remembered that we ended our ten-year feud last summer with a five-hour drinking session at the local pub we both frequent in Kensington, west London.
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