THE TIME I WAS THREATENED BY A CLOWN…

THE TIME I WAS THREATENED BY A CLOWN…

It was a Monday and I got a call from an unknown number. I get calls from unknown numbers all the time, so I just assumed it was someone enquiring about an event and answered the phone, cheerily. It turned out to be a local children’s entertainer – we’ll call him Coughy the Clown… mostly, because that’s his name. As a side note, if I were to be a clown I don’t think I’d name myself after an unwanted bodily function; he might as well have called himself Shitty the Clown. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to mention that on the phone.

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS: BECOMING A HELICOPTER PILOT: AGE 17

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS: BECOMING A HELICOPTER PILOT: AGE 17

“Right then lads,” I said to my mates, Paul and Ryan over a curry, “I’m going to learn to be a helicopter pilot.” They both looked at me sceptically. “I’m starting in October and will be gone for quite a few months while I learn. There was a moment of silence before I noticed a single tear trickle down Ryan’s face. Turns out he’d just eaten a particularly hot jalapeño.

ROBBIE WILLIAMS CHANGED MY CAREER: AND OTHER THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SAY: AGE 20

ROBBIE WILLIAMS CHANGED MY CAREER: AND OTHER THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SAY: AGE 20

“I’ve got 2 free tickets to see Robbie Williams in Manchester tonight, if anyone is interested?” asked Pete, my film tutor in college. Now, I’ve never really been a Robbie Williams fan – he wasn’t something I’d actively avoid, like rabies or cucumbers – but he was just never my cup of tea. Having said that… free tickets to a concert, you say?! That seemed like something I couldn’t refuse...