There is a strong argument that my comedy was forged in the white heat of dealing with being overweight and lazy-eyed at school
My dad always used to tell me that I was good-looking. He would tell me almost every day, and I genuinely believed him, right up until the time when everyone at school started becoming aware of what being attractive was, and it became plain that the force was not strong in me. I wondered why my dad kept telling me that; most likely he wanted to build up my confidence – but it meant I had a skewed view of myself, which lead to embarrassment. I remember taking this confidence and approaching a girl I liked, and she laughed as if the very idea of us going out was a joke.
There is a strong argument that my comedy was forged in the white heat of dealing with being overweight and lazy-eyed at school – and this is not a sob story about what it’s like to be unattractive. My issue is more to do with the pretence that we have moved beyond judging people on their looks, or even that this could be a possibility. Every relationship I have had has been with somebody I got to know, or worked with. I have had to overcome the initial barrier of not being particularly good-looking; they get to know me a bit, and we form a relationship, then they get to me know me really well, and we split up. It’s an arc I’ve grown to accept.
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