An hour into the fun, I noticed another mosh pit and spotted little ginger Ed Sheeran in the centre of it, having come straight from his Wembley Stadium show. Next thing, Ed is pulled onstage by Dave, and proceeds to blow the crowds minds by taking us on a 20-minute journey of karaoke, skitting with the live band.
Packed with hilarious scenes that had me laughing out loud, Losing It is an easy to read book that is hard to put down. Wrapped in this brilliant comedy is the more serious change made by the protagonist, Millie, who loses some of her criticalness of others and herself, which perhaps is an important element of Helen Lederer's new 'Mid-Lit' genre as it is in mid-life.
You are new, so no matter what your experience beforehand everyone will assume you are utterly crap at telling jokes to people. This can be frustrating when you are trying to assure everyone you are the UK's answer to Sarah Silverman with a bit of Lee Evans thrown in *cough*. The answer? Well, my answer, is to embrace it.
After Robin Williams' (probable yet unconfirmed at the time of writing) suicide at the age of just 63, the question is once more in the air - are comedians more prone to depression than, say, plumbers, gamekeepers or human resources managers? Does the iconic 'tears of a clown' cultural trope have any basis in fact? My instinct is to say no, it doesn't - but it is just that, instinct, for I have no data. It is a difficult case to prove, for the evidence to the contrary seems so overwhelming. When a comedian like Robin Williams or Tony Hancock takes their own life, with all the consequent publicity engendered by those tragedies, it is definitely tempting to conclude 'there goes another one.'