I Was On Various Anti-depressants,

One Saturday In 1984, I Walked Into My First Aa Meeting. I Went Regularly For Six Years And Only Stopped When I Came To Realize My Underlying Problem Was Not Genuine Alcoholism, But Depression.

I Spent The First 25 Years Of My Life Not Knowing What I Wanted To Do.

I Really Hated Fighting People And Hurting Them, But Felt Unable To Stop.

I Was So Keen To Become A Comedian That Actually Doing The Comedy Itself Almost Came Second.

One Of My Friends Went On A Murder Weekend, Now He Is Doing Life For It.