It’s very much a case of “as you were” on Planet Jeremy Clarkson as The Grand Tour prepares to zoom back onto our screens.
The Grand Tour is loud and stupid and almost unwatchable if you aren’t in the mood for man-hugging derring-do.
It could be contended, though, that The Grand Tour and, before it, Clarkson-era Top Gear appeal to the same urge to decouple and leave our brain in the glovebox.
Just as comfort eating or a quiet pint at the end of a long day have their place, so, it might be argued, does The Grand Tour.