Last week I was whiling away my time on the internet and took 5 minutes to enter a competition for two tickets to go see Eoin Colfer, author of the Artemis Fowl books, doing his show: ‘Fairies, Fiends and Flatulence’.
To my surprise and contrary to my usual luck I won the tickets. This was awesome and went some way to making my day – for five brief minutes. Then I began to feel immensely guilty for winning tickets to something that was primarily aimed at children, in my mind I was depriving some hardworking mum from taking her angelic offspring to see their favourite author. Really I am quite rubbish – I worry about the weirdest things.
Last Saturday Dan and I went down to Tunbridge Wells Assembly Halls to see Mr. Colfer doing his thing – which was not at all what I had expected. I honestly didn’t know what I had expected. Authors don’t tend to have ‘shows’. And the title ‘Fairies, Fiends and Flatulence’ made me suspect that it was going to be quite kiddy. However no faireis, fiends or flatulence were delivered. Instead it was something like a standup comedy show followed by a book signing (which I didn’t stick around for).
It was hilarious, I was laughing so hard it hurt at some points. As opposed to being kiddy it was perfectly pitched at a level that appealed to almost all ages, though sometimes I worried that some of the jokes went over the youngest audience members’ heads (the youngest lot looked about 8 yrs old – but I’m rubbish at estimating these things).
Eoin Colfer delivered a colourful verbal picture of his family, occasionally dropping in references to how characters in Artemis Fowl were based on this brother or that brother as the only links to the books. There were definitely some tales where I felt he should be appending a “don’t try this at home” disclaimer, these were the same tales which left me thanking my lucky stars that I don’t have brothers.
The guy’s a born storyteller, in prose and in person. Though I did spot a few steals/references from Eddie Izzard in the delivery, this did nothing to distract me from pure enjoyment of the show, which closed with a reading from the new Artemis Fowl novel. A book I shall have to mooch or buy in the very near future.