View from Above

jamie p barker

  • Interview with Charlie Brooker

    This is an imaginary interview. I have never met the man. Hopefully one day I will, to interview him, it will be interesting to see how the real interview compares to this one.
    JP Barker (me): Hi, Mr Brooker, thank you for allowing me this interview here in your home in one of the most desirable parts of London, Notting Hill, in Noel Gallagher’s old house.
    Charlie Brooker: Yes, that’s right. But call me Charlie.
    JPB: Charlie. Charlie Charlie Charlie. What a wonderful name. Classic.
    CB: Thanks.
    JPB: Were you ever called Charles?
    CB: Charles is actually my birth name but I prefer Charlie.
    JPB: So do I.
    CB: Would you like anything to eat? Drink?
    JPB: Oh no, I’m fine thanks, Charlie. I’m conscious of taking up too much of your time. I know you’re a very busy man.
    CB: I am, I am enjoying a lot of success at the moment.
    JPB: You deserve it.
    CB: Thanks.
    JPB: And how is the wife? Do you plan to have children with her?
    CB: I would love children but I am very busy and I don’t think it would be fair at the moment to have a child and not be able to devote myself to its upbringing.
    JPB: I agree, it’s terrible when your father is too busy working and never at home.
    CB: I don’t want to be that guy.
    JPB: So no kids with Konnie for the foreseeable future. Is Konnie here?
    CB: She’s in the orchard.
    JPB: Marvellous.
    CB: When she comes in I will get her to make you sandwich.
    JPB: If you insist. Actually, that leads me on very nicely to a question that one of my subscribers has sent in. Charlie Brooker, what is your favourite food?
    CB: Hmmm, I’ve never really thought about it. I would say my favourite is probably an e-
    JPB: An egg sandwich?
    CB: Yes! How did you know? That’s amazing, you know me better than Konnie does!
    JPB: I could just tell. Thick white bread?
    CB: Yes!
    JPB: *laughter*
    CB: *laughter*
    JPB: Do you and Konnie see each other enough?
    CB: It’s difficult, we both have demanding careers so we never see each other as much as we’d like.
    JPB: That does sound tough, it’s hard for these things to work. You might have been better off with somebody who wasn’t famous.
    CB: I think that sometimes.
    JPB: Somebody who would dedicate themselves to you.
    CB: Yes.
    JPB: Somebody who would never think about trying to attract any attention away from you. You who, afterall, are really the big star.
    CB: Yes, it’s difficult.
    JPB: I mean, Blue Peter, really? Is that even still on?
    CB: I don’t know actually.
    JPB: It probably isn’t.
    CB: No.
    JPB: Well if it does go wrong with Konnie just remember there are people out there who might not be famous but they could still be perfect for you.
    CB: That’s certainly something to think about.
    JPB: Another of your passions, apart from making people laugh, are computer games are they not?
    CB: Yeah, I love them.
    JPB: Me too, I’m currently playing Animal Crossing New Leaf on the Nintendo 3DS XL.
    CB: Great choice of game and system.
    JPB: Thanks mate.
    CB: What colour is your 3DS XL?
    JPB: Red, just a normal one from Amazon.
    CB: I’ve got a special edition one from Japan.
    JPB: Why am I not surprised!!
    CB: Jonathon Ross got it for me.
    JPB: Name dropper!
    CB: I know, I’m sorry, I’m actually just a regular guy really, more like you than Stephen Fry and Jeremy Clarkson.
    JPB: That’s very refreshing to hear. Shall we go out for a coffee? A game of pool.
    CB: What about the interview?
    JPB: Ah, fuck it.
    CB: Okay, I’ll just tell Konnie I’m go-
    JPB: She’ll work it out when she comes in from the orchard and you’re not here. You deserve your space.
    CB: True, let me just get my wallet because tonight is on me.
    JPB: If you insist.
    We go out. People recognize Charlie everywhere but they don’t crowd him because they see him often around these parts. I feel like a prince.
    Walking home the next morning I saw a house that looked just like Charlie Brooker, asleep, as I’d left him.