Charlie Mortimer was educated at Wellesley House and (reluctantly) Eton. He was, among other things, an officer in the Coldstream Guards, a vintage car restorer, oil rig roughneck and pop group manager, as well as a boat boy/mechanic in Kenya, a car salesman in California, a scrap-metal dealer, a manufacturer of boxer shorts in Asia, an antiques dealer and contemporary art collector. He now describes himself as 'a somewhat decrepit middle aged, middle class spiv (mostly retired)'. He recently edited his late father's (Roger Mortimer) letters to him in the Sunday Times bestseller Dear Lupin, which was subsequently adapted into a West End play. He currently lives with his partner in London.
He [Charlie] recounts repeated spells in rehab and a diagnosis of AIDS in 1986 with an offhand courage that Roger (father) himself might have admired, if not approved * The Mail * [...] one shares [Charlie's] irrepressible sense that it is good to be alive. The wayward son turns out to be somebody one would like to meet, to know and to befriend * Oldie * [Charlie] comes clean or rather dirty about living with HIV in his typically irreverent, self mocking manner. Life affirming stuff * Tatler * Mortimer is at his strongest when he talks about lust and obsession....There is graciousness in the way he faces terminal illness * Times Literary Supplement * [...] a cast of outlandish relatives and friends with seemingly limitless reserves of black humour * Sunday Times *