‘So I pulled up alongside the car and inside was a young man who was using one hand to smoke a large joint and the other to, how can I put this, frantically pleasure himself.’
Jeremy continued: ‘Lisa and I had time to exchange a smile before the young man realised we were there, stopped what he was doing and lowered his window. “Oh my God,” he said. “You’re Jeremy Clarkson.”
‘Now at this point a normal person would have made all sorts of mumbled excuses about how they’d pulled over because they’d had an, um, itch and had decided, while scratching it furiously to, er, light a perfectly legal roll-up. But instead the young man said coolly, “I wish we could have met in different circumstances.”’
Jeremy admitted he still finds joy remembering the bizarre encounter and added in his Sunday Times column: ‘I still chuckle when I think of this exchange. Which is good because, in other news, my rape’s gone wrong.’
Yep, we have no words either.