July 11, 2021
Advertisement Twenty-five years ago I was a struggling stand-up comedian with a working partner and a young daughter and no professional skills whatsoever apart from being able to cut my own hair in the shower with a Gillette Mach 3 razor. We needed money, I had to find work, so I racked my brains trying to think up jobs I could do – muso, filmmaker, razor-hairdresser. And then, a lightbulb-moment! Newspaper humour columnist! Yeah, that sounded like a guaranteed pathway to financial security ...