horrors we experience in our childhood are with us forever. We can try
to banish or ignore or exorcise them with therapy, love, drink and drugs
but we know they will always be lurking, deep down waiting. Waiting for
that moment you let the wall crack and then the darkness floods back in
rendering you a terrified tot all over again. Your past traps you in a
living nightmare that doesn’t let you wake.

Well that’s the way I feel about 70’s and 80’s comedians any way. They
were fucking petrifying. Why did they have so much skin on them? The
excess of outer membrane folding over and into each other. Some with
sunken eyes full of somber carnage, some with bulging eyes that stare
into the gloom of men’s souls. Deep black bags of sleepless nights and
heavy secrets hung under their violating peepers and lines on their
faces that were stomped in by seeing too much cruelty on ‘the circuit’.

These comedy nightmares chase me down and tell me mother-in-law jokes
while gaggling their suggestive laughs down my throat, all the while
pulling gurning faces and biting me with a bird shaped sock. Oh the
terror they inflict.

Still better than that cunt Russell Howard though eh