My problem has never been a lack of confidence. My problems have included an abundance of confidence coupled with an incredible amount of laziness, this means that while I am fairly sure that I'm great at everything, I am unlikely to ever actually achieve anything. I will die knowing that, professionally, my life has been a waste. I am also disappointed with my penis, but that is another story (Actually, Freud may argue that it is the same story, but Freud is now recognised as a delusional pervert, which may also be a remarkably similar story...)

So, after first wanting to give comedy a whack at about twelve years of age, it took until the age of thirty to actually begin doing about it. I did my first open spot at the Laughing Penguin club in Newcastle and I had a lovely time. I was uncharacteristically nervous before hand, probably because, due to the fore-mentioned over confidence, I had far too many close friends in the audience and it suddenly dawned on my that I might be shit. This had never occurred to me until this point.

As the show went on though, I felt the arrogance rise and assumed that, by the time I'd finished my set, TV agents would be on the phone. I don't know how I imagined they'd get my number, presumably they would just be very determined...and quite rightly.

Actually, as I got to the mic, I did feel comfortable, more-so than I did in 9 years in the wrestling ring. People laughed too and not just my freinds, but I soon realised that it wasn't the laughing that you remember as you attempt to sleep that night, rather it was the memory that Louis, my pal and former flatmate, said that he enjoyed one of the other acts as we were traveling home.

It wasn't that he enjoyed the other acts that was the problem, it was that he told me about it, because I heard it as "You were shit". Damn my inconsistent ego.

I also went over time...Will definitely work on that...I was enjoying myself loads and it was never a big problem in wrestling, it's an adjustment I'll have to make.