When package holidays began, all of a sudden we could
experience life at close quarters with people from other
nations. We thought the Germans were the most ridiculous
people on the beach.
As Monty Python pointed out years ago, they pinched
the sun beds and barged into the queues and frightened
the children. And if you weren’t at the buffet spot-on
seven, Fritz had wolfed all the sausages.
But with the advent of the Boeing 747 came the longhaul
holiday and we realised that the Germans were
country mice compared with the Americans. No shorts
were too large, no thong was too small.
What’s more, Hank does not like to sit on the beach
and read a book. He likes to shout and play volleyball.
When the Yanks are around, it’s like being on holiday in
a primary school playground.
For years the Americans were in a class of their own,
but then the Berlin Wall fell down and, as a result, from
the Indian Ocean through the Middle East and the Mediterranean
to the Caribbean, Boris and Katya were making
all the running.
In many ways the Russians are like the Americans.
They’re either far too fat or far too beautiful. There’s no
middle ground. And again, like Uncle Sam, no part of
the body is immune from man-made enhancement. The
Americans go for surf-white teeth; the Russians for alarming
special forces tattoos. And neither seems to see anything
wrong with breast enlargement. I saw one Russian
woman on the beach in Barbados the other day who had
the body of a walnut and a chest that put Antigua in the
However, where the Russians move into an easy lead
is beach attire. For the men it’s the traditional Speedo,
while the women seem to get their fashion pointers from
internet porn sites. I haven’t yet seen anyone strutting
down the beach in stockings and suspenders but it’s only
a matter of time.
Today, though, a new contender has come along and
blown the old favourites into the seaweed. The title of
Most Stupid People on the Beach has gone in 2004 . . .
We were designed to make Spitfires and Beagles. We’re
supposed to be in a shed, in gloves, inventing stuff. We
therefore do not look good on a beach. We’re piggy
white and if you expose us to the sun, we turn into
We’re designed for bracing walks along the front in
Scarborough and wet camping holidays in Scotland. But
our newly discovered wealth means we can now go to
the tropics. Because it’s new money, we really have no
idea what to do with it.
Présentation de l'éditeur
In And Another Thing... the outspoken and outrageous presenter Jeremy Clarkson, shares his opinions on just about everything.
Jeremy Clarkson finds the world such a perplexing place that he wrote a bestselling book about it. Yet, despite the appearance of The World According to Clarkson, things - amazingly - haven't improved. Not being someone to give up easily, however, he's decided to have another go.
In And Another Thing... the king of the exasperated quip discovers that:
• Bombing North Carolina is bad for Yorkshire
• We can look forward to exploding at the age of 62
• Russians look bad in Speedos. But not as bad as we do
• Wasps are the highest form of life
Thigh-slappingly funny and in your face, Jeremy Clarkson bursts the pointless little bubbles of the idiots while celebrating the special, the unique and the sheer bloody brilliant...
And Another Thing... is a hilarious collection of Jeremy's Sunday Times columns and the second in hisThe World According to Clarkson series which also includes The World According to Clarkson, For Crying Out Loud! and How Hard Can It Be?
Praise for Jeremy Clarkson:
'Brilliant . . . laugh-out-loud' Daily Telegraph
'Outrageously funny . . . will have you in stitches' Time Out
Number-one bestseller Jeremy Clarkson writes on cars, current affairs and anything else that annoys him in his sharp and funny collections. Born To Be Riled, Clarkson On Cars, Don't Stop Me Now, Driven To Distraction, Round the Bend, Motorworld and I Know You Got Soul are also available as Penguin paperbacks; the Penguin App iClarkson: The Book of Cars can be downloaded on the App Store.
Jeremy Clarkson because his writing career on the Rotherham Advertiser. Since then he has written for the Sun and the Sunday Times. Today he is the tallest person working in British television, and is the presenter of the hugely popular Top Gear.