Charley and his TukTuks

So Charley Boorman was rather entertaining last night!
He was a guest speaker for the Warwick Words Festival of Literature and Spoken Word. And when Dad brought home the flyer I insisted we got tickets... I just thought it would be a rather amusing evening. I'd love to be able to go on his "adventures" and I find him rather intriguing. He's the son of a film director who clearly can't act; I've never seen anything that he's been in, but none of his films did very well and it seems he only got parts due to nepotism. I think it's also fair to say that he's only really "famous" now because of his friendship with Ewan McGregor. In fact, he didn't even attempt to deny it last night.
I find him amusing in a David Brent kind of way. It's slightly painful and awkward, but ultimately entertaining!

There were a couple of things letting him down last night. One was his frequent use of toilet humour. I just don't understand it or find it remotely amusing. I didn't join in with the raucous laughter when Timon smeared excrement in Alcibiade's face at The Globe, and I didn't find it funny last night when he frequently referenced lighting farts. I just don't get it... and I'm not trying to be condescending!
The second thing letting him down was his interviewer. The chairman of Warwick Words (who was surprisingly hot, and apparently a friend of Father's...) introduced him as a sports journalist from The Mail. I assumed he'd have some nouse*, but his questioning was dull; I could have done a better job. He said something along the lines of "You've always liked bikes - talk about that." at one point... How is that a question?? Why didn't the guy just hand Charley a page of titles to talk about and be done with it?


On another note... As we walked in, the room was full. Apparently it was the most people they've ever had at a Warwick Words event in the 7yrs it's been running - go Charley. We looked around and Mum and I commented on how surprised we were not to recognise anyone. Leamington and Warwick put together are a pretty small, inbred collection of people. And considering I've been to two schools (one in Warwick, one in Leamington) and worked in two pubs (one in Warwick, one in Leamington), I usually know half the place! And we didn't let ourselves down... by the end we had spotted a guy I used to go to school with and a lady my mother used to work with.
Get me to London, please!



*Apparently nouse isn't a word, but I can't think of a synonym so...