Motorworld by Jeremy Clarkson

In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious and Most High

Motorworld by Jeremy Clarkson

Jeremy is an utterly barmy man of horrendous genius. He is also completely rude at all the right moments. ‘The Hulk’ as Mother Dear calls him, visits 11 countries in this book to take on their perspective of the… motorcar! He finds Italians beautiful, with even the petrol cap designed and the ultimate pleasure in that one does not need to bother with those pains in the neck, the seatbelt or the speed limit.

Texas is the state he must have been born in but got swapped at birth, they think swearing is a compliment. He journeyed to another land, far recognizable to any other on Earth, Iceland. Here he frolicked with the profound aspect of having day for 24 hours.

He thinks India is the country with the most problems in the world, whacked out drivers who refrain from driving with the headlights on during darkness, because of ‘self-respect.’ Thus, they kill themselves and a whole lot of others. But after numerous years, he has still not discovered why he likes it.

Dubai caught his fancy, where he spent five hours looking around the ‘Rainbow Sheikh’s two garages. He then joked with an assistant if the Sheikh had anymore garages or cars, and the man conspiratorially replied that ‘there are many more but there's not enough time to view all in a single day.’ After all, aren’t the Arabs so rich, it just makes your teeth itch?

Fast cars, fast lives, and writing with 600 horsepower.