Interview: Oliver Ainley, another Brit in Australia

Wednesday, 21 January

Before you read this interview, I thought I would provide a little context to my subject matter for this blog. I’ve always wanted to be an interviewer of sorts, I like asking questions and trying to dig a little deeper into someone or something. And who better to try this with than Oliver aka Ollie aka Big Ol. This is for a couple of reasons - one I’m genuinely interested to understand why Ol upended his life in London and moved to Melbourne (which in part remains a mystery to me and maybe others too). Two - it meant I got to spend 45 minutes chatting nonsense with Ol who is just great company and it's something I will never get bored of. 

For those of you who don’t know him, Ol is a 6’5 curly-haired man from South Manchester. He often gets likened to Matthew McConaughey - I don’t see it. In fact, a slightly tipsy woman at the Australian Open (suitably donning an ‘only here for the prosecco’ t-shirt) asked for a photo of him because of this ‘likeness’ (see pic). He is into music and films and likes to tell you about it too. He was the guy at house parties (when we were back at school) who would drink and dance (well ‘ish’) until 5am. Yet, miraculously, he would then get up at 7am to tidy away the beer bottles and wipe the cheap prosecco off the floor. A sign of good breeding I always thought. 

He’s also got a lot of love to give, something I wasn’t used to in my male friendships. One example was when we lived together in our dilapidated Hackney house and I had headed home to Nottingham to see my family. When I came back to Hackney on the Sunday evening and dragged my suitcase up the stairs and into my bedroom, I spotted a postcard lying on my bed. It was from Ollie and all that was inscribed on the other side was a single message ‘missed you this weekend mate’. I still have that postcard. He’s been a close friend of mine since I moved to Manchester at 15 years old.

When I listened back to this conversation (I won’t call it an interview that feels like a push), I wondered whether, on a sub-conscious level, this was just a ruse for me to try and have a deep conversation with Ol or at least find out what his big life plans are. When we’re together we quickly turn to stupid, humorous and inconsequential chats on subjects such as the best-dressed professional tennis players or the best flavour of beef jerky. However, as you can probably tell we took this discussion fairly seriously; I had written down questions and Ol took his time answering them. Maybe this format is what it takes for two men to have a serious conversation about their feelings.

Interview