Jeremy Clarkson is the world’s foremost authority on cars. But I’m sure you already knew that. His global popularity can be mostly attributed to the success of Top Gear, which at its peak had an estimated 350 million viewers per week in over 170 different countries. You probably knew that, too. But while you and almost everyone else in the western world know who Jeremy Clarkson is today, do you how he got to where he is now? If not, then read on…
Jeremy Clarkson was born on the 11th of April 1960, in the market town of Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England. His father, Edward Grenville Clarkson, was a travelling salesman who specialised in tea cosies, while his mother, Shirley Gabrielle (Ward), was a teacher. While the family home may have been a four-bedroom farm-house in the idyllic village of Burghwallis, his parents were hardly wealthy and at times struggled to make a living. Story has it that Shirley and Edward had put Jeremy’s name down for a number of public schools with apparently little idea of how to pay the fees. “They really didn’t want me going to the local state school in South Yorkshire, which was rough,” Clarkson once told BBC Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs programme.
Jeremy first worked for the BBC aged 12, playing the role of Atkinson in the radio adaptation of the Jennings novels, Anthony Buckeridge’s tales of life at the fictional Linbury Court preparatory school. The role did not last long, and Richard Hammond was once asked why, in an interview on LBC Radio. “He will have done something stupid, obviously,” Richard joked. But the real reason was far less dramatic. Jeremy lost his role because he hit puberty and his voice had broken.
Just before Jeremy turned 13, the age at which he was due to become a boarder at the family’s first-choice school, Repton, in Derbyshire, his mother Shirley hit upon the idea of creating a Paddington Bear stuffed toy. The toy went on to become popular and his parents began to sell it through the family business, generating enough income to pay the fees for Jeremy to attend Hill House School, Doncaster and later Repton School. Despite his parents’ hard work and ingenuity to pay for his boarding school education, things didn’t quite turn out as they had hoped. For Jeremy, the prospect of living away from home meant that he suddenly found out that he could misbehave without the embarrassment of his parents finding out. After all, Jeremy says, “Who cares that your English teacher knows you’ve had a fag?”
Academically, Jeremy was a success and passed nine O-levels, but his behaviour remained poor for the entire duration. He smoked, drank and, despite the restraints of being in a single-sex school, womanised his way right out of Repton, as the story goes. Just ten weeks before he was due to sit his A-levels, he was asked to leave the school. “When you’re young, you never guess which people are likely to make themselves into world-renowned figures,” fellow ex-pupil Jerry Austen once told the Sunday Times. “Certainly, Jeremy wouldn’t have sprung to mind.”
After his fiery exit from the education system, Jeremy now stood 6ft 5in tall and had dark, curly hair. With precious little options available to him, he had no choice but to move back home and help his parents with the stuffing of Paddington Bears. “They were so cross with me,” he said, “but I knew something would come along. Something always comes along. It does in my life, anyway.”
It was around this time that Jeremy took a driving test, but just 37 hours after obtaining his license he found himself careering off the road and into a herd of sheep. Jeremy’s ego took a battering that evening, as did the sheep and the underside of his mother’s Audi, but he said the accident had a profound effect on his driving, “Because when the examiner told me the previous day that I had passed my test, what I actually heard was, ‘Congratulations Jeremy. You are, without any shadow of doubt, the single best driver I’ve ever seen’. I felt invincible, and the crash blatantly proved I was not. As a result of this, and I’m touching a lot of wood here, I have not had a single accident on the public roads since.”
As luck would have it, things took a turn for the better. Walking along the street one day, Jeremy came across a family acquaintance, the general manager of the local paper, who asked what he was doing there. After he explaining his expulsion, the man replied that he should become a journalist. Jeremy managed to get himself an interview at the Rotherham Advertiser, where, according to his own account, his good fortune continued. His CV was sparse, but it turned out that Jeremy’s grandfather, a GP, had delivered the editor’s first child, having come out during a World War Two air raid to do so. Still grateful, the editor offered him a job.
In his own words, Jeremy described himself as “properly rubbish” at local reporting, and was perhaps the first incidence of being ambitious but rubbish. Once, he forgot the reason why he had to intrerview a bereaved woman and, on another occasion, he was forced to walk out of an inquest in hysterical laughter while messing around with a colleague. “He was very much the same as he is now,” said Les Payne, who once shared a desk with Jeremy. “He was a younger version of the current Jeremy Clarkson you see on TV. He mucked in with the rest of the office but he was very much a man who expressed his own opinions.”
Jeremy later left the Advertiser and worked for the Rochdale Observer and Wolverhampton Express and Star, but realised life in provincial journalism was not for him. He went home to his girlfriend one night and experienced an epiphany midway through telling her about the installation of some new office furniture. “I knew at that moment that I had to leave,” he told Desert Island Discs, “because when new office furniture becomes so important that you even mention it, pack your bags, get out, move 200 miles away.”
Jeremy headed south, still looking for his role in life. “I couldn’t really work this notion of working for someone else. I was living in Fulham in south-west London, a real Thatcher heartland, and everybody had their own little business doing up houses, a million different things, print shops and so forth. And I thought I’ve got to have one of these little businesses. So I forced myself to have an idea a day.” One constant in Jeremy’s life was his love of cars, so he decided to start his own company, Motoring Press Agency, and began providing car reviews to regional press outlets. Soon after, he became a regular contributor to Performance Car magazine.
In 1987 Jeremy attended a Citroen launch in New Forest, where he met Top Gear researcher Jon Bentley. “He was just what I was looking for – an enthusiastic motoring writer who could make cars on telly fun,” Bentley said. “He was opinionated and irreverent, rather than respectfully po-faced. The fact that he looked and sounded exactly like a twenty-something ex-public schoolboy didn’t matter. Nor did the impression there was a hint of school bully about him. I knew he was the man for the job.”
After a successful screen test, Jeremy joined the Top Gear team in 1988, alongside Tiff Needell, Tom Boswell and Tony Mason, and by his own admission his initial performances were rather wooden. But as time passed he loosened up and became more relaxed. The programme saw a massive boost in its audience as it became a more humorous, controversial, and unashamedly more critical show. Jeremy changed his appearance, going from wearing a blazer, tie and chinos to his now signature outfit of tight denim jeans and a casual jacket, and quickly became famous for being highly critical of cars he didn’t like. In a review of the Ford Scorpio, he suggested that they spent most of the time filming it from the back, so as not to frighten viewers. Jeremy’s treatment of the Vauxhall Vectra was even worse, where he told viewers that “I have to fill seven minutes with a car that doesn’t merit seven seconds.”
As Jeremy became more famous, there was also an unfortunate and slightly hilarious side effect. Jeremy’s fondness for wearing jeans has been blamed by some for the decline in sales of denim in the mid-1990s, particularly Levi’s, because of their being associated with middle aged men, or the so-called ‘Jeremy Clarkson effect’.
It wasn’t long before Jeremy caught the attention of BBC executives, who liked what they saw. They struck a deal and in 1998 a new talk show called Clarkson was launched on BBC Two. The show played on Clarkson’s growing reputation for plain-speaking, allowing him to goad celebrities. “There are no transsexuals in Chipping Norton. That’s just a fact,” he said during an interview with the feminist writer Germaine Greer. In one skit, he put a 3D map of Wales in a microwave oven.
Jeremy ended up leaving Top Gear in 1999, and in his weekly newspaper column described Birmingham, where the show was filmed, as “the armpit that masquerades as Britain’s second city”. He even suggested that people had grown tired of his style, with shock tactics that had become predictable and weren’t shocking any more. “The first time you heard me liken some car to the best bits of Cameron Diaz,” he added, “you probably sniggered about it at school all the next day. But now, it’s tedious.”
A rather young looking James May took over Jeremy’s spot on Top Gear, presenting several reviews – including the Rover 75 and Lexus IS200. But May’s charm was not enough to save the show, which saw audience figures fall from a peak of six million to under three million before being cancelled in 2001. Some of the former presenters including Tiff Needell, Quentin Wilson and Vicki Butler-Henderson left the BBC and went on to create a new motoring show called Fifth Gear.
After the first series of Fifth Gear went to air, the BBC decided to relaunch Top Gear. The initial ideas for the show came from Jeremy and his producer friend Andy Wilman, with the pair devising a different, mainly studio-based format which focused on banter between presenters. Top Gear was relaunched in 2002 and the rest is, as they say, history.
Someone correct me if I am wrong but on the cars for 17 year olds episode on Top Gear he did say he wrecked his mum’s Audi in a field with sheep? Not a Ford Cortina? But great article!!!
I was thinking that too, but thought it might have been false info on Jezza’s part.
Right you are – the Cortina must have followed soon after! Perhaps you’d like to write the articles I was planning for Hammond and May? 😉
I’d actually love to contribute!
If you’re interested hit me up via the form here: https://www.topgearbox.com/write-for-us/
Interesting article, though that pic of him in shorts left me in stitches xD
“the armpit that masquerades as Britain’s second city” I wonder if he ever said that to Hammond lol.
I have absolutely no idea why this show is so good. But it is. I hope they do another ten years!