The question of why leave is probably all about money.
Clarkson’s books are telling you the same thing; regurgitated column inches with no inclination to raise a solitary finger to embellish or to create a stream of thought.
Was this done in an intelligent broadsheet?
No. It’s in a Murdoch pastiche of what a broadsheet used to be.
So you just know his intent is to make money, for its own sake.
Don’t get me started on May ‘The reassembler’!