Wolverine, here I come!

So Hugh Jackman was in town as an attendee at the FICCI Frames. I got to know of it from a social networking site I seem to be spending half my life on, and did a prompt rolling on the floor, err, keyboard tantrum right then and there demanding why no one had informed me about his arrival and that this was a conspiracy to keep me away from his macho-ness.
At home, I informed the brat that Wolverine had landed in his city. "Why he's come here?" he asked pragmatically.
I informed him that he was here to attend a film festival.
"Who he knows jaan ke pehchaan ka in Bombay?"
Tough one, I assumed he had people doing bookings and things for him and an entire entourage which would accompany him and make his stay comfortable regardless whether he had friends or family here in Mumbai.
"Lets go meet him today. I wantu do shake hand.Bud how I'll do shake han, My han will ged cut!"
I informed him that this might be a little difficult to organise and if it had been organisable, wouldn't mamma have landed up screaming at the venue, her hair in a braid, wearing her Sunday best?
"I wantu meet Wolverine. Lesh go to his hotel. Which hotel he's staying at?"
I had no clue, I had to admit shamefacedly to the child. He tchaed me into further shame by stating practically, "See on googils. Type W O L V E R E E N and type B O M B A Y."
I auto edited the content typed to Hugh Jackman and Mumbai. Pictures of an innocous firang in regular clothes sprang up at me.
"Whuz dis?" commanded the brat. "That's Hugh Jackman, the man who acts like Wolverine in X Men," I informed the pintsize.
"Wherez his nails? His knives?"
Oh he isn't really like that all the time, that was just make up and costume for the shoot.
The brat looked a trifle disappointed. "He's like this now in Bombay. Widoud the nails?" Yes, I informed him, to see his face fall further.
"Den I don want to see him. He's lookin like any uncle. He's not looking like Wolverine."