In TV, you get driven to work in a luxury car, and find flowers in your dressing room. Then suddenly you're on tour, drying your hair backstage on plastic curtains.
Cancun - the locals were fantastic, but it was full of the worst kind of Americans.
My wife and I have always thought it odd that, on social occasions, couples play the ‘hot tub fantasy' game where you're allowed to pick a celebrity you'd like to share a hot tub with.
I know comedians who go on weird day trips in order to have random experiences they can talk about. They'll go on their own to Thorpe Park waiting for something hilarious to happen. That's really sad.
Telling lies is the easy bit, but telling the truth and pretending you are lying is hard.
I don't look at comedy as a sliding scale of offensiveness.
