Postby WD40 » February 28th, 2010, 12:28 pm
I’m just back from the Top Gear Live world tour. It was five weeks of Keith Moon-like excess, during which we chartered superyachts, sent Eurocopters out for fish and chips, played beach cricket with AC/DC and tequila-slammed our livers until they felt like walnuts.
The fact is, though, we aren’t really rock stars, which is why we were so surprised, in Johannesburg, to receive an invitation to meet Nelson Mandela. For the life of us, we simply couldn’t work out why the greatest living statesman would want to waste his precious time with two Top Gear presenters and their piggy-eyed promoter. And, worse, what on earth would we talk about?
Since Mr Mandela hasn’t driven a car since 1947, we felt fairly certain he was not going to ask us whether he should have the carbon fibre roof option on his next BMW M3. And because none of us is Bonio or His Bobness, we couldn’t really shoot the breeze on the evils of the G-20.
As a general rule, I’m quite good at small talk. But there’s a world of difference between a Sunday morning drinks party in Fulham and an audience with perhaps the most famous face on earth. “What do you do?â€
