The firsthand account of my journey from comedian to spy was recently published in the Australian edition of Marie Claire magazine.
Excerpt from the article: I, Spy.
“I need an occupation. Anything, just shout something out.” Bathed in the musty half-light of yet another dank-smelling comedy club, I was performing my stand-up routine and seeking interaction from the audience.
“Proctologist!” came the suggestion from a sleazy man in the corner. “Maybe something a bit cleaner. Think something you would see in a Disney movie,” I pleaded.
“Gynaecologist,” came a shout from the back.
“I don’t know what kind of Disney movie you’re watching, Sir, but I don’t seem to remember Bambi getting a pelvic exam.”
Another night of stand-up. Another “adoring” audience filled with lecherous men. Who’d have thought that a year earlier I had graduated from university with a theatre degree? But now, at 22 and still living at home in St. Louis, Missouri, I found myself pondering the time-honoured question of all recent graduates: what am I going to be when I grow up? As I surveyed my prospects, I surmised that a) I was kind of funny, b) I loved soap operas, c) I enjoyed shopping, and d) there weren’t many jobs that made good use of a, b and c. >>>CLICK THE FLIP BOOK TO READ MORE>>>
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