At 16 I was lonely and insecure, bullied and unhappy. I was obsessed with science fiction, comics, music and comedy. I had an existential crisis every day. I was very tall but I worried about losing my temper so I tried to keep out of trouble by reducing my height, which gave me a permanent slouch. School was all-male and violent, like living in a really bad area for 12 years. It’s interesting to me that one of the first things we do as parents is prepare our children for life in a prison yard. The relief I felt leaving school was unbelievable.
I was around 16 when I completely lost my faith. Basically, I read The Cider House Rules by John Irving. Before that I was extremely religious, anti-abortion. And then I read that book and the central argument was so brilliantly articulated. I realised my understanding of the medical procedure was childish, at a ‘killing babbies’ level. I thought, wait, it’s much more complicated than that. And then I grew up a bit. When you have something so fundamental as your views on abortion changed, everything else changes as well. It was like a row of dominoes. Maybe that’s why the Catholic Church is so terrified by the idea of abortion being legalised in Ireland.
When you have something so fundamental as your views on abortion changed, everything else changes as well
I don’t think I’d be the person I am if I hadn’t had those early years of believing all that religious stuff completely. And of course, as soon as you stop believing it, these very, very serious ceremonies and rituals suddenly seem hilarious. The idea of giving up every single Sunday, getting dressed in our best clothes, going to be bored solid for an hour and a half… God! That seems so ludicrous to me now. Recognising the ludicrousness of that then helps you see the ludicrousness of any kind of ceremony that pops up elsewhere. So you see it all over the place, these traditions which make people feel important.
My father was hurt and disappointed by my rejection of the church. He’s maintained his faith right up to the present day and goes to church often. We were at loggerheads for a while, then we came through that and got to a place where we both accepted the person the other one was, and we reached an understanding. My dad’s always been an incredibly warm, decent human being. If religion’s part of his life, well that’s fine.
The Pythons were incredibly influential on me. When I heard the theme tune I would get this depth charge, I was almost sick with excitement. They were extremely mysterious. Some of the sketches, you couldn’t work out what point they were getting at. I loved that. I’ve always loved people who make me work for it, who expect me to catch up with them, rather than dumb down for me. Then it was Fawlty Towers. An almost perfect work of art. Everything I do, I’m just trying to write The Hotel Inspector or Basil the Rat. Pressing that joy buzzer so hard you think your head’s going to fall off.
I think the thing that would make the teenage me happiest would be hearing there are lots of girls in his future. I don’t think he’d believe that. At 16, he’s still two years away from kissing a girl. That feeling, of being ugly and just not an interesting person… I’d love to go back and tell him, just hang in there. It’ll be fine. Music journalism will help, comedy writing will too. You’ll meet interesting people and some of them will let you have sex with them.