Clarkson’s Farm review: Laced with Tory dog-whistles, but undeniably irresistible
For free real time breaking news alerts sent straight to your inbox sign up to our breaking news emails Sign up to our free breaking news emails I was about 20 minutes into the new series of Clarkson’s Farm when I realised I quite liked Jeremy Clarkson. This was an ominous development. Had I been the unsuspected victim of a Tory psy-op? What could this mean moving forward? One day, you’re absentmindedly finding the fist-happy Top Gear alumni a little bit charismatic, the next you’re wearing a Union Jack onesie and remarking that “Theresa May wasn’t half bad, was she?” I can’t possibly watch another episode. Just for safety. Clarkson’s Farm is its star’s safe space, his cocoon of light sociopolitical griping and, compared to The Grand Tour, banter with the lads that is nowhere near as depressing. For two series he has invited audiences to watch him plough fields and talk agriculture at Diddly Squat, the 1000-acre farm he bought in 2008 and – up until 2019 – did not help maintain. What initially …