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The row was said to have occurred because no hot food was laid on for the presenter following a day's filming in North Yorkshire.
Writing in his column in the Sun newspaper, Clarkson appeared to hint that he was close to quitting, calling himself a "dinosaur" and adding: "These big imposing creatures have no place in a world which has moved on."
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I've fallen behind. What happened to the catch a nigger by the toe thing?
I think he was suspended without pay for that.
or maybe not. I cant find it.
I like mechanical type stuff, but Top Gear just doesn't cut it.
I like Clarkson. He punched Piers Morgan so he will always be okay with me.
I think there was a joke in one of the Beatles movies. Someone was mocking one of the Beatles by saying over and over again "fab gear."
I didn't really get it.
Something about being too concerned with fashionable clothing?
What is that, Lem? A giant lizard?
Breakfast?
I agree, Evi. Anyone who punches out Piers, if OK with me.
The thing about living in Florida, as I did for a while, is that there are these trees right outside your window from the age of dinosaurs.
They have some wonderful episodes, and the most amazing things come up, but honestly, sometimes you wonder, do you set out to make a mess of things? Strew junk all over the highways, run into bridges, sink things in bodies of water by purposefully tacking together dodgy assemblies then test driving them?
It suddenly smells strongly of paint thinner.
I'll try not to let my tongue being coated with prickly molecules and my nostrils being assaulted with what feels like crystal-like molecules distract me from my impression of Top Gear
Will they ever grow up?
Will they ever cease imitating American boys?
Will they ever cease pretending they're not subconsciously imitating American boys?
Will they ever stop emphasizing their prepositions when speaking to an audience? It's fucking annoying.
Fuck them. You know what's more interesting? The three American boys in real life. Utterly charming. I was charmed. I mean it. Charmed. Whatever you parents are doing out there, you're doing it right.
It was late. My schedule a bit flipped as happens. I am hungry and I don't feel like messing around. I would prefer fresh Summer vegetables but I don't have much of that around here. I get my mail. There is a coupon. Mongolian B.B.Q. THe address is .... my block! Oh, that must be next to the new Burger-Fi downstairs, the space the bottle shop vacated. It's been there a month but I haven't caught on. There is lot going on around here.
I get there in the nick of time. I am the last customer. Right at the moment before they pull the full array of proteins, containers of fresh cut vegetables, containers of various sauces. You pick the elements, they go into a a bowl and passed to the grill guy.
The idea is a Benihana type grill, shaped like a disc. A thick flat steel plate with hole in the center and trays around the bottom outer edge to catch drippings, exactly as if you took a long grill and bent it around into a full circle so that little piles of food can be fried in its sauce all at once.
"Can I have beef AND tofu?"
"Yes. You can have whatever you want."
The first boy looks like you took an ordinary blond-hair blue-eye American boy and stretched him like taffy to ridiculous height for his weight. Then pulled out the taffy for longer feet. And pulled out the taffy for broader than usual shoulders. Tall and nearly perfectly flat like stretched taffy. And cheerful and helpful. Happy to be in his store. Glad to help one last customer. Excited to have another customer try his fantastic fresh food. He acted as if he were owner. He fixed me right up with extra things then showed me the bowl full of marvelous ingredients and extra flavorful sauces and passed the bowl to the cook to fry it all, and ushered me along to the next guy to pay.
The second boy who took the coupon and did the cash register is also tall and thin but darker and rounder. The first boy has surfer boy hair, this one has business man short curly closely cropped but full and dense. He spoke about the business. How long the place was opened. Their plans for more outlets. How Denver rates to accept such business. All this while making an exchange. His whole story about the growth of the business and his place within it is right there at the surface spilling out.
"That should be good opportunity for you."
"Yes. It does." That's all it took for him to open right up about his hopes and dreams and direct intentions for the future. He is ambitious and excited about the whole deal. The two guys together exude more effervescence than the situation provides. I am looking at the whole thing as pure drudgery. I am critical about everything. I am critical about every detail. Harshly judgmental about everything. I just am. But they are cheerful and hopeful in all of its details and all of its aspects and challenges where I am dredged in dread. So it is surprising to me, the contrast between my internal reaction and their external reactions to the same perceptions. All it took was a mere mention of faint interest in his situation for him to blossom in expressing his full interest in the whole enterprise. You have to be a teenager for that sort of thing, or in your low twenties.
"Yeah, see, I'm assistant manager at night right now, but soon I'll be manager, and coming up ..."
I am filled with dread for him where he is filled with excitement for uncharted potential. Both these guys are showing the same trait. It's fun to observe. The third guy is larger and heavier and dumpier, and overheated by being slumped over the circular grill. He's the quiet guy of the group. He is not all that adept at what he is doing. He does not coordinate his movements in preparing the order. He overcooks the whole pile by 300%-400%. This should be quite fast as stir-fries are, but he take a very long time. My order is last little pile on the huge heavy circular grill that is halfway shut off.
"That's good technique, there."
He knows it. You take the pile and stretch it out to a line near the edge then scoop the line of food into the bowl as you move the bowl along the edge. Technique, right there. The first that he's shown.
And like the first two boys that is all it took for him to open right up about Mongolian food preparation technique.
He talked about the grill. The weight of the grill. The tremendous cost of the grill. His pride in the unique grill. He wasn't a dud at all that he seemed at first. He too opened right up, eager to discuss in detail the things going on. These three guys working late at night ready to close and putting things away appear to me just as eager to talk just as much energy, just as pleasant to be around, and in no rush whatever, as if they were starting fresh in the morning. I keep hearing about millennials and about whatever comes after them being slackers and aimless and I keep seeing for myself the exact opposite.
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