Through a stunning display of serendipity, I stumble across an audition notice for Clown Doctors.

Dancing like nobody is watching. Especially when the kids are watching. And their friends are over.

Josef Frankl’s ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’,

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well in my sister’s and my case, it takes a retirement village.

(A video store – think of it being like Amazon Prime or Netflix, but in boxes.)

It’s watching your peers without kids do all the festivals, all the touring and all the moving cities to grasp their careers with both hands, while you’re scouring the house to find a coloured shirt for ‘orange day’.

when people find out that I do this, one of the first things people say is ‘Oh my goodness, I could never do that, I’d get far too upset seeing the poor sick kids.’

Comedy is pain relief.

to do this job properly, to really be there for somebody, to bring the light into the room, you have to do exactly the opposite of shutting down. You have to show up with an open heart. Every day.