From Thomas Drury
Is there a real-life Malcolm?
Hello Thomas,
I first saw Malcolm at a service station on the M1. I had just sat down at a table to eat some lunch I suddenly spotted this odd character cleaning the floor with a V-mop.
I watched him all through my lunch as he meticulously cleaned every bit of the vast tiled floor. I marvelled as he came within inches - like a bat might with sonar senses - of other weary-eyed travellers, his precision mopping was hypnotising, I couldn't take my eyes off him as he weaved in and out of a line of pensioners as they filed through the door from a Saga holidays coach.
The most incredible thing was that no one seemed to notice him. Was it just me? Because you really couldn't help but notice him, because although he glided around the floor miraculously just missing humans and objects, it wasn't like watching an ice skater as they glide effortlessly around the rink, more like a lobotomy patient wearing skis on a pebble beach at high tide.
How could they not see this idiot steering his mop like a one-man aerobatic display team, but who has lost one engine?
Then suddenly it hit me. It's me. He is in fact me. The only reason why I can see him and others can't is that it's a kinship that goes right back to our distant ancestors. It's a form of DNA that links idiots the world over since the beginning of time.
The way I look at it is that's what I would be doing if I weren't doing the job I am today. I am quite obviously one of life's idiots and I did at one time clean toilets but I didn't even graduate to being an idiot. I am in fact below that further down the food chain, because I actually got the sack from that job, then after that my life took a huge down turn and I have ended up being a stand up comedian.
It's a psychological fact that humans laugh at their own fears as a kind of release mechanism. The Laughing Cavalier was, in theory, petrified of everything. It's a shame he died a few hundred years ago because I would call him up and test my comedy material out on him.
So you see, I knew in my heart that I am Malcolm. There was a time when people would laugh at me, because I am an idiot. But by some fluke I happened to one day put on a monkey suit and walk out in front of an audience.
Malcolm is my hero. He is the underdog in life's little tapestry. 'ALL HAIL MALCOLM'
From Ellen
Would you ever consider writing an autobiography? I'm sure your life would be interesting.
Dear Ellen, I would consider writing an autobiography, if I thought anyone would be interested in reading it. I have been asked many times to write a book, but have always been too busy.
I have kept a diary for years and have experienced many things, some completely amazing and some utterly devastating and heart breaking to my family and me. I believe the experiences we all have during our lives eventually shape us as individuals and getting that across in a book would be very important to me.
There are obviously huge psychological disadvantages in writing a book about your life in that you would want what you write to be honest and true, which may offend other people. I'm not sure whether I could live with that.
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