Hammond's probably scared of Clarkson, that's the vibe I get anyway.
The only vibe Hammond needs to worry about is the one his wife has got hidden in her knicker drawer. (Just a joke, like the ones they do on the grand tour)
However I have to thank Richard Hammond for raising this important issue.
I used to be a butch pipe smoking rugby playing chap who liked nothing more than drinking ten pints, having some fisticuffs and sexing it up with page three lovelies.
However one Sunday dinner time I bit into what I thought was a Swiss roll only to discover it was an ice cream filled Arctic roll. Obviously I spat the ice cream out as soon as I could, but the damage was done.
Overnight my life has consisted of nothing but disco dancing in a muscle vest and glittery cowboy hat, taking poppers and making catty comments.
Be warned the risk is real.