I know that we Brits have got a reputation for complaining, but does no-one possess a sense of humour any more?

After the Brand/Ross débacle (which, ironically, centered on an actor famed for his potentially-semi-racist-but-certainly-stereotyped-depiction-of-a-foreigner role), the “meeja” are now stirring up trouble for Mr. Clarkson…

One hundred and eighty-eight complaints before it hit the press. Out of an audience of seven million. Now, my maths may be rusty but even I know that’s a tiny percentage (0.003% -ish) that are calling for Jezza’s head on a platter.

As at time of writing, the number has literally swelled to 517 (0.007%) individuals that have nothing better to do with their time than complain; 329 that probably don’t even normally watch TG (an increase of 175%, seeing as we’re playing the maths game).

As for JC – sack him? Hell no – make him Prime Minister (or at least give him a knighthood for services to common sense and clear thinking)!

So what happened? Maybe the process went something like this…

1. Demolish iconic sports and entertainment venue.
2. Go with the cheapest estimate for a replacement.
3. Watch the budget double waaaay before completion.
4. Cringe as parts of the structure collapse.
5. Issue a statement to the effect that all deadlines will be reached.
6. Backtrack on earlier statements; issue replacement announcing a 12-month delay.
7. Sack the workers

And they reckon the 2012 olympics will be a hit? Call me a cynic by all means…