I found myself snorting with laughter on the bus while reading this, having to contain genuine loud guffaws. I also found myself angling my Kobo screen away from the potential sight of the lady sat next to me. Skinner’s story about a groupie and a banana was very funny, but very, very filthy…
This is an intriguing delve into the mind of Frank Skinner, with some interesting reflections on creativity, comedy and aging rolled into it. And, a lot of very funny stuff too.
The book is Skinner’s diary from when he headed off on tour for the first time in ten years (at the age of about 50), after time spent being much more famous on TV. Has he still got it, whatever “it” might be? Can the more mature, and rich, man of 50 still strut his stuff like his younger self that won awards at the Edinburgh fringe? Can he cope now that he doesn’t drink or chase groupies?
This is great read – Skinner on stage is a storyteller (stories packed full of gags), and it seems he tells a good story in the written page too. The narrative follows disastrous first gigs in Montreal, a troublesome, work in progress two weeks at the Edinburgh fringe and then, all 100 and something dates of big theatres across the UK, to generally huge acclaim. On the way he shoves in lots of very funny stories, incidents and reflections on the tour, elaborations on some of the gig’s routines – Skinner weaves humour into it all. Does he do this because he knows the book is a reflection on him, the comedian so we, the punters, demand laughs? Can he stop himself?
On the way Skinner’s constant obsession is whether he is any good or not. It’s a an interesting look at the professional comic – there’s nothing that funny about the process of being funny. He analyses every gag and every gig – the whole tour is a constantly evolving beast requiring nudges to individual routines, dropping some, elaborating others and re-jigging the order, a constant reading and re-reading of the audience and a constant examination of the self. At the end he reaches some sort of conclusion – it’s all a rehearsal, there is no “finished” product.
If you like Frank Skinner the comedian, then I think you’ll like this book; there’s lots of laughs but it’s also a fascinating look at creativity in general and the never-fulfilled quest for perfection.