I read a blog post by Andy Wilman, producer of Top Gear today, talking about protecting the worst-kept secret in television: who is The Stig. The thrust of Andy’s argument was that it was important to keep the Stig’s identity under wraps and not let HarperCollins publish The Stig’s autobiography. The law did not agree: a judge today told Harpers they could go ahead.
I like Andy’s work – a lot – but the post seems a bit OTT. A little too earnest on protecting the identity of the Stig, when conclusive video evidence has been up on Youtube for years and it doesn’t matter anyway. Like Batman, Stig is whoever dons the mask. For example: be it Adam West or Michael Keaton, Batman is the character, not the bloke holding up his suit from the inside.
Personally, I think Ben Collins should have shut his gob and waited until the show was cancelled before telling all. It’s a handy number (cosying up to Cameron Diaz?!) and being part of that team must be fun. But then, who am I to talk? I jumped from a handy number into nothing and it has gone from strength to strength. So good luck to Ben, whatever happens. And here’s to the new Stig too, whoever that might be.
Anyway, reading Andy’s blog (linked to from Twitter), led me to a video of James May driving his 3.2 to work.
I like the video for two reasons. Firstly, because he swears almost worse than me when the Saab driver in front seems to anticipate his every move, and keeps blocking the 911 down some good roads. Too f*cking right, James!
The second reason I like it is something only classic 911 guys will fully understand. See that look on the 911 driver’s face at 02:04, as he prepares to fire the Carrera through a few quick twisties, before arriving at HQ? That’s you, me and all of us. The Brotherhood is strong in this one.
Life is good. Go drive your cars. That is all.
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