Clarkson sympathises with Bin Laden over speeding

JEREMY Clarkson has said he understands Osama Bin Laden’s ‘anger at the world’ after it emerged the terrorist was stopped for speeding in Pakistan. 

Clarkson said: “We can all be pushed too far. And when revenue-raising cops stop perfectly capable drivers while ignoring the idiots barely in control of their Peugeot 308s, it’s enough to make you ponder the destruction of Western civilisation.

“Osama liked blowing things up, I like blowing things up. He hates the politically correct liberals and so do I.

“If only we’d had him on Star In A Reasonably Priced Car I bet he could have got on the leaderboard.”

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John Inverdale's Who Would You Rather?

YOU join me at the BBC’s post-Wimbledon black tie dinner, where once again I must make some of the toughest calls in sport. So without further ado, let’s look around this sea of faces and ask Who Would You Rather?

Let’s start over here:

Sue Barker chatting to Judy Murray.

Gun to my head? Let’s see, Sue scrubs up well and, from what I can ascertain, appears to be no stranger to a Ladyshave. Judy is Scottish so she’s probably a bit more feral down there, sporran style. And in a certain light she looks like Andy. Sue seems lower maintenance – she’d probably bring you some grapefruit afterwards as well. No contest: it’s Sue.

And there! It’s Rebecca Addlington and Colleen Rooney.

Becky’s a sweetheart but you need to know you’ll win the post-coital arm wrestling contest – otherwise what’s the point? And it’s all very well having that infectious smile brightening up the boudoir, but when it’s beaming down on you as you’re being pinned to the pillow with your knees behind your ears, it’s not quite so lovely. Colleen, weakened by the rigours of childbirth, is the safer bet.

Now here’s a tricky one: emerging from the gents, it’s Becker and Henman. No, I must choose – the fate of the universe depends on it.

Deep down, you know Boris would enjoy it too much. Then you’d have to deal with him constantly flashing his sock suspenders at you when you’re trying to conduct serious interviews for the BBC. At least with Henman, you’d know he was only doing it to save the universe and your tears would mingle in the All English way. It’d be pretty special.

And look! Posing for photos by the fondue, it’s our two champions, Murray and Bartoli!

Hmm, this one’s a toughy. There’s Bartoli all squeezed into a black latex bin bag dress, probably loaned to her by Boris Becker. No woman goes out looking like that unless they’re angling for post-championship pity action. Sorry, Bartoli, but nothing’s less alluring than a sure thing. At least with Andy you get the thrill of the chase. His countrymen might jocularly liken his tiny face to a ‘well skelped erse’, but everyone wants a piece of Murray now so you’d be a fool to refuse him. Hands down: it’s Andy.