Last week I got to talk to James Hunt's son, Freddie, and his plans in the Le Mans 24 Hours. I was slightly starstruck to say the least. Sort of.
I am a keen listener of Radio Le Mans, so I had already known about Freddie's venture into sportscar racing and I sort of knew what he was doing.
It was a spur of a moment, quite honestly, he had something to write on Twitter, so I popped him the interview question:
...to which he replied:
That raised an eyebrow for sure. I give him my e-mail address and comes back:
How would you like to do the interview? Email or Skype?
To which I replied Skype would be actually awesome and I could already feel my pulse accelerating. I asked him if he was available later in the afternoon.
Im supposed to have an interview now on the telephone so after that would be good. I will add you now and call you after the interview.
Holy Cow! Now I was in trouble. He caught me totally unprepared, so I started opening tabs frantically, to catch up with everything I missed out on.
Soon after he did call me, and quite frankly, I was searching for words: It was James Hunt's voice coming out of my headphone, addressing me.
Not an easy task to conduct an interview when
- the language you're using is not your native tongue
- you are unprepared
- you meet something that awesome
Freddie was cool and collected, toatally professional, gave round and well-put answers to my dodgy inquiries, but listening back I was asking rather interesting questions.
So, here is what we talked about.
(note: don't forget to catch Freddie at the Monaco Grand Prix this weekend, he's down there and I'm sure there are plenty people putting microphones under his nose)
(note 2: what you can learn from such encounters is that many times you just have to ask)