True Bits That Didn’t Make My Memoir No.1
Morecambe & Wise got me fit.
I know Joe Wicks is the current go-to fitness instructor (apart from the man carved from orange plastic on ‘Love Island’) but I had Britain’s beloved comedy duo help me on the road to fitness. I was working with Morecambe & Wise on a shoot and Eric, who could be quite annoying because he was hyperactive and exhausting to be around, warned me that I was getting fat. I was probably about twenty seven at the time, and was working insane hours, eating badly and getting out of shape.
‘You’re going to be dead before you’re thirty,’ Eric said, poking me in the stomach. Ernie told him off for being rude (something I imagine he had plenty of practice doing) and I wondered whether Morecambe was on the autism spectrum – but his warning sank in and I joined a gym.
Gym training is insufferably boring if you have a busy brain, but I used the time to download and reorder ideas, and continued going pretty much continuously from twenty seven until I was fifty, when I switched to a personal trainer, and finally now carry out my own shorter regime every morning.
It’s odd to think about the advice I received from various mentors over the years, and how much of that I took on board. I wish I’d gone to university (especially as you were given generous grants to do so then! Sorry, Millennials) because I’m a bit of a mental sponge and love absorbing data. My advice and tutelage came from showbiz folks rather than philosophers and classicists. But I’m rather glad it did.