There’s funny lurking everywhere. It can be hidden in a slight itch on your arm. You hardly notice it, but when you scratch it some funny comes out. Then sometimes you’re struggling to open a can of great sadness and the lid pops off and funny jumps out like one of those spring loaded novelty snakes.
After thirty years of comedy I still feel as if the funny is a giant feral cat that I ride around on, always aware that at any moment it might consider me a mouse.
Directed by Bob Franklin