Top Gear is back!!!

Hurrah!

After a summer of heightened controversy that the Beeb's best show was to be no more, Top Gear finally coasted back onto our screens tonight.



With more double-entendres than a classic Carry On movie, Clarkson and Co were back on form as if they had never been away.



Aside from "pulling off in a service station", we were treated to a glorious film of a snot-coloured Porsche 911 GT3 RS, an overpriced Lambo, and a bizarre and rather naff (no this is not a mistake) Aston Martin DB9 racing car writhing their ways through Monte Carlo, the Alps, Italy and Switzerland in search of the perfect road.



The only problem was, it just wasn't that interesting, in comparison to previous editions. Who cares that the boys didn't stay in a crummy old hotel near Verona after all? Where was the speed from these supposed super cars? And why were there no challenges on the way? Simply a 25 minute film of them driving around some countryside and going on a shoddy ferry rather randomly, was a tad boring.



Admittedly, the show is now starting to look a little old, although The Hampster's new-look barnet was a delight all of its own. Despite King Jezza admitting that he "thought of lots of new ideas for the show, but in the end, we just couldn't be arsed", TG still thrills. Just about.


My only worry is that it may soon start to look a bit like James May - lots of intricate syntaxes woven into a hairy blamonge. With custard on top.