Jeremy Clarkson

Overview

Jeremy Clarkson was born in 1960 in the Yorkshire town of Doncaster in the North of England, an area renowned for its loud shouting and rampant exaggeration. He went to Repton school but didn't really pay attention and then got a job with a local newspaper where he was famed for stories such as 'Literally 50 billion people visit cake sale'. Probably. A chance meeting with a BBC producer saw him cast in the hit show Top Gear and the rest is history. Except for jet packs, which are the future.
- IMDb mini biography by: The Grand Tour Team

Sarcastic Wit
Deep Voice
His Height
His style of delivery when presenting, involving dramatic pauses and placing emphasis on the last few words in a sentence eg. "...in the world."
The phrase "And on that bombshell..." (usually used at the end of Top Gear episodes).

He was the first owner of a Paddington Bear toy as his mother, Shirley Clarkson, owns the company that produces them.
He was hit in the face with a pie by a protester whilst collecting his honorary degree for services to engineering from Oxford Brookes University.
He has an eerily encyclopedic knowledge of British road names and numbers.
He has three children- Emily, Finlo and Katya.
He owns the lighthouse cottages at the South end of Langness Peninsula in Derbyhaven, Isle Of Man.

Smokers pay £19,000 a minute to the Exchequer, and that's enough to pay for the whole police force. Or to put it another way, for every £1 we cost the National Health Service, we give it £3.60. Please don't encourage the state to dictate how I live my life.
[Sunday Times 24 July 2005] Only last week I was at my children's sports day and as I lay in the long grass by the river drinking pink champagne and chatting with other media parents, I remember thinking, 'God, I love being middle class'.
[in reaction to being hit in the face by a pie from a protester at his Honorary Degree ceremony] Good Shot!
The only person who ever looked good in the back of a four-seater convertible is Adolf Hitler.
We all know that small cars are good for us. But so is cod liver oil. And jogging. I want to drive around in a Terminator, not the heroine in an E.M. Forster novel.