I was on various anti-depressants, but not for long - I didn't function very well on them. I felt sort of flattened out.
I tend not to trust people who live in very tidy houses. I know that on the surface there is nothing wrong with a person being well-ordered and disciplined. Nothing, except that it leaves the impression of that person having lived in the confines of a stark institution which, although he or she has long since left, remains within.
The book is called 'Thanks for Nothing' and it's really the story of how I got into comedy and traces back every strand in my life that is relevant to that story. It's kind of an autobiography but isn't, as it stops about 25 years ago. It goes right up to the first time I do stand up.
The rain forest has Sting. Now Siberia has Jack Dee. Someone had to draw the short straw. In this case it was the rain forest.
If I've inadvertently become some sort of role model for failed comedians, then it's really backfired very badly on me.
And people are intrigued if I really am as grumpy in real life. People feel a bit let down if I'm laughing or smiling.
