Three days before my fortieth birthday I held my head in my hands.  I had a lot to be thankful for. A wife who had stuck with me, despite me clearly being a complete nightmare to live with.  Two kids who seemed to steadfastly refuse to get into drugs, pregnant of or busted for  shoplifting, but instead have developed into pleasant, polite hard working kids anyone would be proud of.

I had a nice place and a few years before moved to Sydney, probably the best place to bring up a family.

And somehow I had reached forty. Twenty years had passed in a blur of working, living and loving.  I was sleeping with my Blackberry in my hand and had enough air miles to fly my entire family to the moon… and leave them there.

And then I got an email, sandwiched between offers for penis enlargement and replica Rolex was an invitation to join a Stand-up comedy workshop – “Learn to be a Stand Up Comedian” Now that sounded interesting.  Obviously I’d do it – if I had time, I said to my wife. “No” she said, “Sign up now, do it now NOW!” and so I did.  Three years later I was a headline comedian working in all the major clubs around Australia.

This is the story of how that happened…