"Tonight, on top, boven Gear, we have a guest who, quite frankly, might have the entire BBC team out of a job fairly soon. Ladies and gentlemen, Phil Loth!"
Phil walked out onto the set and shook Clarkson's outstretched hand.
"So you're a video game designer...."
"Yes I am."
"Tell us, what sort of things have u worked on..." Clarkson said, leaning back in his chair.
"Graphics, controls, that kind of stuff."
"What projects have u worked on?"
"GTA, Need For Speed, stuff like that."
"GTA? What the bloody hell is GTA?" Clarkson asked to a cacophony of laughter from the audience.
"Grand Theft Auto. It's a sandbox game where the sky is the limit, literally."
"Anything you're particularly proud of?"
"Wildlife."
Jeremy was a bit lost door this... "Wildlife?"
"Wait a sec, something referring to my job u meant?"
"Bloody right, about your job..."
Loth shrugged. "Alright then. I'm proud of all the hard work I put in getting those games fixed up."
"Now that's a proper job, unlike ours... Anyway, onto cars, what was your first one?"
"A red 1977 Chevrolet Camaro." The audience booed that one.
"A Camaro?"
"Yes."
"What is wrong with you?" Clarkson asked to roars of laughter.
"What can I say, I'm a Camaro fanatic. Sorry if u aren't."
"I can't stand the Camaro! The boot's too small, the interior too cramped..."
"Well, Camaros are what I'm comfortable in."
"Anyway, you're here, to have a go round our track..." He leaned back in the chair. "How do u think u did?"
"I think I did quite well."
"You spun it in Chicago!"
"Yep!"
"I mean, let's look... How exactly did that happen?"
(See accompanying video)
"When u look at it, the tail just steps out. And u almost got it back, but u lost it..." Clarkson zei after looking at the video.
"Well I don't know what to tell u there."
Clarkson leaned forward. "You want to know something?" he zei in a conspiratorial tone.
Phil leaned vooruit, voorwaarts with him. "Yeah, sure."
"After your lap, Stiggy told me that he was impressed that u almost got away with that slide... But then u lost it and his respect for u went out the window..." he laughed.
Phil laughed right along with him.
"Anyway, where do u think you've come?"
After looking at the lap board for a moment, he had his answer.
"I'd say a Jeff Goldblum."
"Goldblum lapped in a minuut twenty four. u think you've beat him? Even with the spin?"
"Yes, maybe, I don't know.."
"Phil..."
Phil leaned in.
"You did it in... One minute... Thirty..."
Phil groaned.
"One... Point...Four."
"Wow."
Clarkson looked astonished. "Unbelievable. u only lost seven seconden with that spin."
"This is just awesome!"
Clarkson wrote his name and time on the magnetic strip. "You've come between Amber Heard and Bill Bailey!"
"Nice!"
"How was riding with the Stig?"
"Oh it was great!"
"He didn't say much at all, did he?"
Phil laughed. "No, not really."
"That's our tame racing driver... Anyway, it's been a pleasure having u on."
"Thanks, it was great being here."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Phil Loth!" Clarkson zei to a pleased audience.
The two of them shook again, and Phil left the set.
"Onto the news..." zei Clarkson...
Phil walked out onto the set and shook Clarkson's outstretched hand.
"So you're a video game designer...."
"Yes I am."
"Tell us, what sort of things have u worked on..." Clarkson said, leaning back in his chair.
"Graphics, controls, that kind of stuff."
"What projects have u worked on?"
"GTA, Need For Speed, stuff like that."
"GTA? What the bloody hell is GTA?" Clarkson asked to a cacophony of laughter from the audience.
"Grand Theft Auto. It's a sandbox game where the sky is the limit, literally."
"Anything you're particularly proud of?"
"Wildlife."
Jeremy was a bit lost door this... "Wildlife?"
"Wait a sec, something referring to my job u meant?"
"Bloody right, about your job..."
Loth shrugged. "Alright then. I'm proud of all the hard work I put in getting those games fixed up."
"Now that's a proper job, unlike ours... Anyway, onto cars, what was your first one?"
"A red 1977 Chevrolet Camaro." The audience booed that one.
"A Camaro?"
"Yes."
"What is wrong with you?" Clarkson asked to roars of laughter.
"What can I say, I'm a Camaro fanatic. Sorry if u aren't."
"I can't stand the Camaro! The boot's too small, the interior too cramped..."
"Well, Camaros are what I'm comfortable in."
"Anyway, you're here, to have a go round our track..." He leaned back in the chair. "How do u think u did?"
"I think I did quite well."
"You spun it in Chicago!"
"Yep!"
"I mean, let's look... How exactly did that happen?"
(See accompanying video)
"When u look at it, the tail just steps out. And u almost got it back, but u lost it..." Clarkson zei after looking at the video.
"Well I don't know what to tell u there."
Clarkson leaned forward. "You want to know something?" he zei in a conspiratorial tone.
Phil leaned vooruit, voorwaarts with him. "Yeah, sure."
"After your lap, Stiggy told me that he was impressed that u almost got away with that slide... But then u lost it and his respect for u went out the window..." he laughed.
Phil laughed right along with him.
"Anyway, where do u think you've come?"
After looking at the lap board for a moment, he had his answer.
"I'd say a Jeff Goldblum."
"Goldblum lapped in a minuut twenty four. u think you've beat him? Even with the spin?"
"Yes, maybe, I don't know.."
"Phil..."
Phil leaned in.
"You did it in... One minute... Thirty..."
Phil groaned.
"One... Point...Four."
"Wow."
Clarkson looked astonished. "Unbelievable. u only lost seven seconden with that spin."
"This is just awesome!"
Clarkson wrote his name and time on the magnetic strip. "You've come between Amber Heard and Bill Bailey!"
"Nice!"
"How was riding with the Stig?"
"Oh it was great!"
"He didn't say much at all, did he?"
Phil laughed. "No, not really."
"That's our tame racing driver... Anyway, it's been a pleasure having u on."
"Thanks, it was great being here."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Phil Loth!" Clarkson zei to a pleased audience.
The two of them shook again, and Phil left the set.
"Onto the news..." zei Clarkson...
