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Monday, 29 June 2009

Wrong

What is wrong with this picture?


Well it's an easy one isn't it? Anyone who watches Top Gear will know that Jeremy (knicker-elastic-snapper) Clarkson et al. always have a row of attractive looking women behind them in the studio. Now, lets face it, the sort of people who go to watch TG being filmed are, how can I put it politely... not female? We all know that there are only about a dozen women in the audience of three hundred and twelve thousand five hundred and twenty eight. And they have been dragged there by their husbands or boyfriends. Now I can see how the producers would push them to the front of the crowd, to give a false impression of female interest in Grumpy, Hairy and Titch, but these women actually give the impression of attending to the words of said pertrolheads.

My theory is they are hired, either from a model agency - but we know how thin and anaemic and inattentive they would be, let alone the fact that fashion models are hired for the ability to scowl through panda-eyes these days. Or the alternative is that it's russianbrides.com that provides the glamour for TG. It's the promise of a visa if you laugh at Clarkson's jokes that keeps the smile on your face.

As for Grindr, I'm not even going to look at the thumbnails...

4 comments:

Charlee said...

Erm, I like TG? I'm a girl, like last time I checked anyway? Maybe they're all lesbians?

Lucinda said...

Girls like those cars with teddy bears on display and if it is driven by a guy then he could be your man provided the car is black or silver!

LucyTolliday said...

Watching it Sunday I thought the same thing. TG though does appeal to many non petrol heads who even don't like Clarkson myself included, so its not entirely impossible they are fans of the show.

Penny M said...

I don't just like TG, I AM TG. Arf arf arf(can you see what I did there? See TG not only means Top Gear, but is an acronym for transgender... oh please yourself).

Thing is, the men at work liked the bits aboutLamborghini Murchadoaboutnothings and racing Mclaren F1s against Bugatti Vaguelys and were quite down on the funny bits, while I wanted them to stop silly analyses of the performance of traffic jam machines and get back to baiting James May with drum 'n bass (or was it just bass???)