It was the recording session for the In Search of Elvis audiobook yesterday at a swanky studio in Clerkenwell, and by jiminy, what a fantastic job Julian Rhind-Tutt did of it. How anyone can sit in a windowless room and read out 30,000 words in a day and remain so cheerful and chummy I shall never know.
I’d been at the International Rugby News yuletide knees-up the previous night, so when I arrived at lunchtime I was, as you can probably imagine, a little muzzy of head and not firing on every available cylinder. Julian however had been there since first thing in the morning and was still a big, blond bundle of cheerful energy, and a pretty decent hangover redeemer into the bargain. Five minutes in the bloke’s company is enough to blow any cobwebs about your person far towards the horizon.
I was there to record an interview – a bonus feature of the audiobook apparently, although I’m not sure my croaky, hungover rambling could really be described as much of a bonus – but ended up staying for the rest of the day purely because Julian was doing such a brilliant job. He really is very funny – I’m not really one for laughing at my own jokes, but that’s what I found myself doing as Julian gave the book a real comic freshness. It’s hard to make me sound plausible at the best of times, but Julian’s done an absolutely cracking job of turning my sow’s ear of a book into the silkiest of audio purses. He’s brilliant at accents too – he had my mate Bap’s Belfast accent down to perfection, and he’s never even met the bloke. I can’t wait to hear the finished article, and I know what happens…
Seriously, a thoroughly good bloke who’s done a thoroughly good job of the audio, and his cheery, boundless energy kept everyone in the studio smiling – even this hungover shambles of a travel writer. You could do a lot worse than pre-ordering the audiobook, I can tell you. Hell’s teeth, I’ll even order one myself, and I get a bunch for free, it’s that good.