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...

Fish in the sea.

So Palmer did end up screwing me, but not in the way I'd have liked. He claimed he was ill and so never made an appearance in Liverpool. I assume he just got a better offer somewhere else. Well, next time he comes a-knocking will someone please remind me to send him (a-)packing? He's not that hot, he's not that special, and there are plenty more fish in the sea!

And... it just so happens that I found one of those "fish" this weekend! Well, kind of.

I traveled up to Liverpool on Friday afternoon and met Crystal for some quality time. I've not seen her in forever (but that is a different story entirely). We ended up at 26K Road; this year's replacement for 60F Road*. I have to say, they did 60F proud; the party was as immense as I remembered them. However it was also as incest-ridden as I remembered them... The bed-hopping was pretty spectacular.

I, however, was a pretty good girl. I found a good-looking guy with no incestuous links to anyone I knew because he was from Manchester OTC, not Liverpool. He fulfilled most of my perfect man criteria:

• He had a hot accent** because he was from Malawi;
• He was really very good-looking and toned like an army boy (the only thing he's ever wanted to do is join the British Army);
• He was intelligent (studying Architectual Engineering despite him just wanting to be an army officer) and interesting;
• He was an absolute gentleman

So I had a lovely evening being entertained by him and, thanks to his gentlemanly-ness, I went home satisfied with just a kiss (although rumour grenades have already been thrown around detailing our imaginary antics). It was really nice to wake up snuggled up to someone though, that's something I really miss about having a boyfriend; nothing beats using a man's chest as a pillow! [Ooh gosh, guess who just added me on Facebook? I didn't expect that!]

Despite the lovely evening, I woke up to discover I had lost my voice so I sounded like a man. I really wasn't very well... So I didn't carry on to Carlisle as planned and, instead, took myself home to bed. I slept for 14hrs last night!
This evening I'm off to the theatre to hear Charlie Boorman talk about By Any Means. Hopefully I'll feel well enough to sit through it, and hopefully I'll be better for work tomorrow morning.



* 60 F Road was my student house last year and where the majority of OTC parties took place. It was a student heaven, and a general open house (Crystal even invited in a couple of students she found on the street because they were locked out of the own house one evening). Our house was legendary.
** I've realised I have a penchant for White-African men and their accents. David was from S.Africa, Jamie was from Kenya, and Jason was from Malawi. They were all hot, and sounded hot.

I'm going to Loooondon, to buy a Heat Magazine!

I'm off to London this morning with my parents and Nanny.
We're off to The Globe. I'm looking forward to it, despite one friend's negative assertions: It's a tourist trap. We're seeing a play noone's heard of (despite it being one of Shakespeare's). It'll be performed by mediocre actors (who will never be as fantastic as those performing Hamlet at the RSC who he went to see).
Well screw you boy; it's a glorious sunny day, I'm wearing pretty clothes that make me feel pretty, and I'm off to the big smoke. I can't be negative when I'm about to hop on a train to my favourite city (despite the fact I feel like I'm there every other week at the moment).

Guess I'd better get Wikipedia-ing!