Jeremy Clarkson journalist, grumpy old man bought a farm to avoid inheritance tax which he runs badly. The farm is in a beautiful part of West Oxfordshire, and he named it Diddly Squat, originally as that was the amount of tax he was going to paying on it but now also what he is earning from the farm.

The year he covers in the book were his Sunday Times columns and later it became a TV series, during the Covid period and post-Brexit. The world is going to hell in a handcart, and everyone is to blame except Jeremy. He usual _targets are the Socialists (not in power since 2010), vegetarian (can’t blame him), the government (fair enough) and other assorted fools. He tends to forget that those in power were his conservative party friends.

He was finding that besides caring for animals and crops there is a mountain of paperwork though the farm has given him plenty of boy’s toys. This includes his Lambo tractor. He also describes the many idiots that all farmers have to deal with especially city dwellers who turn up and think they can tramp across all the land. How many of them have no idea of the country code or even the basics like taking home your rubbish.

While you have to put up with the usual Clarkson rants and is a mildly interesting book. ( )

same old stuff but still a nice read amd full of Jezza humour ( )

I'm glad I tried this book -- as someone unfamiliar with Clarkson, I wasn't really sure what to expect. I have enough of a sense of humor to recognize that's what's in front of me, but it's not really my cup of tea. He's got some great messages in behind the exaggeration and bombast, but he's like that loud uncle who yells "can't you take a joke??" if you disagree with anything, and that really isn't my thing.

Simply splendid ( )

loved it,very funny ( )