My first job was ... a paper run. It sucked. I was paid $6 to get up at 4.30am in the dead coldsleet of winter to ride my bike around, ramming paper into my neighbour's boxes.
It taught me … my dad was big on live lessons. He said, "It's a lesson in what it means to work." But it has backfired in the most wonderful way. I am now a satirist silly-bugger with a career in posturing and stupidity.
My big break came … at the age of 23 in the sparkling moment I decided to write some comedy with my friend Jason Hoyte, to call ourselves "Sugar & Spice" and perform to crowds of drunk students. Whether it was successful or not is beside the point. "Fake it 'til you make it" is what my dad should have taught me, but how could he, he was a wool exporter (RIP).
The last job I quit was … I was the dishwasher at a restaurant called Death By Chocolate. When the owner came in to meet me he asked if I was hungry (I was always hungry). He proudly presented a piece of Death By Chocolate cake. You know those fake plastic meals one sees in the windows of sushi restaurants? Imagine if they were somehow edible - it was like that! But this is not what made me quit. It was the constant discovery of sharp knives in the bottom of the hot dishwater.
The most famous person I've ever met is … The Queen. When I was 10 I was picked at random to stand in a crowd of other 10-year-olds and wave at the Queen. It was fun to be out of school. She had a nice car and a regal dress befitting her age. I had invested in a bunch of flowers somehow. Her car chugged past a long way from us kids so I was forced to throw the flowers to her. It would have looked more like AT her. They fell well short, landing on the grass in bittersweet slow motion as the car chugged past, another 30m away.