No time for idle chit-chat. That said, we watched the last Grand Tour ever last night. You wonder where 22 years went in the joyous company of people who know how to take the mickey out of each other, constantly dig at the inanities of “polite society”, throw burning coals on the opinions of snowflakes and then laugh at and be amazed by the sheer wonder of the sights and sounds and nuts and bolts of everything that surrounded them.
I shed a silent tear for the end of an era.
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