I find James Martin an extremely annoying twat for all sorts of reasons - but he did once bring pleasure to me.
There was a program on the telewotsit about the modern day Mille Miglia, starring him, and he had bought an old car, paid for its restoration and was then going to drive it in the event and then sell it for a large profit. He was so incredibly up his arse about the car that he wouldn't even let the camera crew put a go-pro on the bonnet with a sucker (and I'm sure that if it had come off and caused any damage the damage would be covered by the film crews insurance).
So how did this bring me pleasure? Well on day one of the event the engine blew up, big time, trashed totally. After watching his reaction to that the rest of the program concentrated on the other cars.
A nice big kick in the nuts from Madame Karma.