It is quite funny that Jeremy Clarkson, having written that silly joke about the Duchess of Sussex being paraded naked through the streets, should now find himself so ritually humiliated.
Clarkson, now in danger of losing his role as a television presenter and the acceptable face of British men who like cars, has felt compelled to apologise not once not twice but thrice. He first said sorry on Twitter, before Christmas. He also wrote to Harry. Then yesterday, in a statement, he performed the full grovel.
‘I really am sorry,’ he said. ‘All the way from the balls of my feet to the follicles on my head. This is me putting my hands up. It’s a mea culpa with bells on.’
Clarkson said he’d rushed his work — which of us hasn’t? — and not had his Sun column properly checked, thus neatly blaming the paper’s sub-editors while appearing to berate himself.
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