As everyone’s favourite arrogant Tory git and undisputed master of hyperbole, I expected a book by Jeremy Clarkson to be hilarious. I didn’t actually realise it was a collection of his newspaper columns from 2001, which made it seem strangely dated for a book that the big booksellers are pushing like mad at the moment. Still, it was funny (if not quite as hysterical as I expected) and whiled away dull commuting time on the train.