It’s been a frantic week since returning from a frantic week in Denmark and Germany.
On Thursday I was honoured to be asked to open two new exhibitions at the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich. ‘Art and the Sea’ and ‘Your Ocean’ are contrasting installations as part of SeaBritain 2005, but the pull of the latter is definitely the chance to drive a full-size boat simulator. I had a crack at driving a P&O car ferry, but managedto run aground in Sydney Harbour. Given that I was supposed to be parking the thing in Dover, this was quite an achievement.
There was a fair old gathering at the museum, and when you consider I was expecting a small group in a room and someone tinging on a wine glass to introduce me and my tired old gags, it was a turn up to find a rostrum, a full PA system and a fanfare from four trumpeters as I strolled up to the oche.
The rest of the week has been spent assisting a group of lovely Uzbeks who helped me so much in Tashkent who have come over here to study. In fact, my friend Shakhista accompanied me to the Maritime Museum – I found it strangely fitting that someone from one of only two double landlocked countries in the world (the other being, of course, Liechtenstein) should be at a museum devoted to the sea. She even laughed at my jokes.
It’s been a day of practicalities today – a leaky toilet and failed brakes have necessitated the services of a plumber and a mechanic, and fortunately I managed to get them the right way around.
As if Attention All Shipping hasn’t made the shipping forecast cool enough (I am, of course, the personification of cool), it seems Franz Ferdinand are fans as well.
Oh, and I’ve had my first iffy review on Amazon. The enigmatically named ‘A Reader’ has posted a review saying “The premise of this book is excellent and it contains some gems of interesting information. Unfortunately, however, Charlie Connelly felt the need to inflict hundreds of obvious and, frankly, unfunny ‘jokes’ upon his readers. My recommendation would be to skim read this book, focusing upon such fascinating sections as the history of the Principality of Sealand and the work of Henry Blogg of Cromer, whilst trying your hardest to ignore the irritating banalities of the author. ”
Thank goodness for that – I was starting to believe the hype. My head was getting so big it kept toppling forward onto the keyboard.
Actually, I reckon my mum wrote it.