It was a gradual thing. At the age of 15, what was supposed to be a serious speech at school as part of a Public Speaking course, well, I couldn't keep it serious. A year later at my brother's 21st birthday party, I had memorised a whole Bill Cosby album and people laughed in all the right places. That was cool. I tried a lot of 'serious' jobs and eventually found out I wasn't qualified for any of them. So I thought, "Let me have a go at that 'unserious' thing and see how that works out."
When people say, "I haven't had a good laugh like that in quite a while." I love it when an audience has belly laughs.
In my collection there is music from hard rock to country, comedy albums from all over the world. There is vinyl and they are played occasionally, also an extensive karaoke collection too. But, it has to be said my favourites are The Rat Pack especially the King Of Cool, Dean Martin. Parties at our place, there's somethin' for everybody.
Mate, I could write a book on it. Been through the mill in everything showbusiness has to offer but I don't embarrass easily, if in fact at all. I just get over it real quick. I've been booed off stage, the power's gone out mid-performance, had an audience give me "not one laugh, not one!" and yes, even had the old fly-undone-and-no one- told me-trick. The list goes on.
There's been a lot of 'proud moments' whether it's working with famous people and not-so-famous people, but, I'm most proud of the fact I can get through a show no matter what happens. I'm talking about being sick or overcoming and adapting to circumstances that crop up whether it's my doing or someone else's.
My inspiration or influences have come from a lot of sources. Biographies are my favourite books. Relatives, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, the general publicthey all have an effect on me. As an impressionist, I would say Frank Gorshin was easily the most entertaining and interesting to watch.
My idea of a great holiday would be going to the races with my family and friends, later that night to a big rugby league match; the next day playing 18 holes on a championship golf course with my mates and then the rest of the afternoon at the clubhouse barhang onthat's not a holiday, that's my fantasy weekend, 'cause I'd need a deserted beach resort for the next week to recover. Dreams are wonderful things. Come to think of it, that could very well happen. Be careful of what you wish for.
Always listen to what Dr. Phil says and then do the opposite. It may not be the right thing but it will always make life just that little bit more interesting. I kid, I kid. The most important lesson or lessons in life are easy to 'live', the hard part is accepting that. Just remember this: it's YOUR choices that determine the path of your life. SERIOUSLY (and this is the only serious thing I'm going to say): finish what you start. Think about it.
A beautiful intelligent companion; a set of golf clubs so we could play a two-some and get much needed bunker practice; a good supply of Bundaberg Rum. Yum.
I don't know if I resemble any particular animal, but, if I could be a zebra then I could walk on pedestrian crossings and now you see me, now you don't, now you see me, now you don't.
Long qualitative life would be nice. And to see the end of the "Rugs-A-Million Sale".
"The Family Guy" theme song. When Brian and Stewie hit that last note together, I just well up.
The eastern end of Cavill Avenue used to empty out onto Surfers Paradise beach with the sand on the street and I can still smell the hamburgers at the kiosk there.
Hugh HefnerI wish
I don't know if this actually qualifies as bizarre or not but I once saw Stevie Wonder walking around in a building on his own. It was in LA in 1987, 2.00AM, me and my mate had gone downstairs to get some soft drinks in the foyer of the hotel we were staying in. Out steps Stevie from the elevator and starts to walk through the lobby. My first reaction was, "That's Stevie Wonder, don't stare at him." I'm just star-struck and it took me fully a minute to think, "Hang on, he's blind!" There was a series of security doors between him and the entrance and his bodyguard was banging on the outside glass door, I could see his gun showing as his coat opened up. I thought, "He can't see you mate but I'm sure he hears you." How he negotiated from his room to the foyer I'll never know, and we asked to help him but he just said, "No, I'm fine." They let the bodyguard in and he was going 'beresk', "What're you doing just walking around, man?!" Stevie was just laid-back, "I know my way around. I'm not a baby." Quite strange the whole thing.
I was supporting Jade Hurley at Seagulls once when, totally unplanned and definitely not in the show at all, I thought it would be a good idea to dress up as 'Arthur Dunger', a Paul Hogan character, and carrying a lit candelabra and a coolite esky, run in exaggerated slow motion across the front of the stage in front of him while he was playing "Chariots Of Fire". I'd stop at his piano and open the esky and pull out a beer, snap the lid spraying grog everywhere, skull it and then slow-motion it off stage. He didn't stop playing, didn't phase him one bit but the audience were cacking themselves. I did it three nights in a row, each time he thought I wouldn't do it again and each time I would do a little bit more funny business. Good times.
Bundy. Sometimes I get reaaalllly comfortable.
The bass volume in other people's cars. Their toenails must be vibrating.