I live within a walnut on the planet of Trebor, more specifically, in London. My parents were hedgehogs, and my cousins were cogmenders by Royal appointment. I began life in the spring of '444, a leaf protruding from my hat, and an aubergine balanced precariously on my elbow. I then went to school and found only chaffinches would be my friends except on the thirty-fifth of the month, when a spaceship would emerge from its shed and the aliens would take me around Penge for a few quid. I then left school and went to work in the town centre as a mollusc. It was a tiring job and although offered promotion I decided instead to join the Albertross Association, and enjoyed flying through the sky with a devil-may-care attitude. After some time I was employed as a sceneshifter with the local bank. After a week they realised there were no scenes to shift and I was fired. I then became a telephone sales operative for the county, and astride my faithful horse, Warlock, I would phone various people-oids in search of things and stuff. I then took up the guitar and began to sing in a band, The Unit Trusts. We went on a massive tour of my house and played a final triumphant gig in the airing cupboard. Then we split up and I became more interested in yaks. After making my own yak out of shoe trees and camemberts, I decided to try my hand at comedy, armed only with a clockface. I wrote some daft radio shows for Resonance 104.4FM (www.resonancefm.com) and internet station Comedy 365(www.comedy365.co.uk) and continue to do so in a continuative manner. I also began performing at Sketch Club in Crouch End (www.sketchclub.co.uk) and have just made a showreel with peculiar characters on it, around it and under it. I plan to write my own tv and radio comedy shows and also plan to go on a world tour of Lowestoft Library riding around on a tractor and/or coin. Long live the Prussian Empire, and good luck to Henry Schlappers, who likes counting chimps and has invented a special chimpometer for that sort of thing. By the way, both my father and my wife were born in a barrel in the English coastal town of Chaydsley. So they say(y).Check out the blog for odd comedy material...plus check out my silly audio sketches as well folks!!!!
CUBES WITH JOHN DREDGE
GAP IN THE CLOUDS
