Transmission: the Top Gear TV blog
I am inside the Top Gear production office. I am watching The Stig at the track. I am looking through the dressing room doors. I am making Jeremy Clarkson's tea. I am cleaning Richard Hammond's muddy boots. I am combing James May's hair. I am The Mole.
A busy weekend at TopGear towers. Jeremy’s now somewhere in Johannesberg waving one of the Stig’s vuvuzela prototypes around, while script editor Richard Porter (your regular correspondent) is on his way home from the Grand Prix with half of the office, having successfully avoided the many grandees he’s offended over the years. And the Stig. […]
Eagle-eyed viewers will have noticed that Sunday’s sports saloon challenge included a score for the relative economy of the Sierra Cosworth, BMW M3 and Merc 190E. Those same observant types will also have noticed that there was no film.