Michael McIntyre - Life and Laughing

My Story

MICHAEL McINTYRE

MICHAEL JOSEPH

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MICHAEL JOSEPH

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First published 2010

Copyright Michael McIntyre, 2010

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ISBN: 978-0-141-96971-8

For Kitty, Lucas and Oscar

I am writing this on my new 27-inch iMac. I have ditched my PC and gone Mac. I was PC for years, but Microsoft Word kept criticizing my grammar, and I think it started to affect my self-esteem. It had a lot of issues with a lot of my sentences, and after years of its making me feel stupid I ended the relationship and bought a Mac. Its gorgeous and enormous, and I bought it especially to write my book (the one youre reading now). For the last six months, Ive been looking to create the perfect writing environment. Aside from the computer, I have a new desk, a new chair and a new office with newly painted walls in my new house.

When my wife and I were looking at houses, she would be busily opening and closing cupboards and chattering about storage (after a few months of house-hunting, I became convinced my wifes dream home would be the Big Yellow Storage Company), and I would be searching for the room to write my book. The view seemed very important. Previously, views hadnt been that important to me. I prefer TV. Views only really have one channel. But suddenly I was very keen to find a room with a view to inspire me to write a classic autobiography. Like David Nivens, but about my life and not his.

The house we fell in love with had a room with a beautiful view of the garden and even a balcony for closer viewing of the view of the garden. It was a room with a view. It was perfect. I could create magic in this room. Soon after moving in, I plonked my desk directly in front of the balcony window. I stood behind the desk drinking in the view of my garden and thought, I need a new chair, a throne of creativity. With this view and the right chair, I cant possibly fail.

The big question when office chair purchasing is to swivel or not to swivel? I would love to find out how many of the great literary works of the twentieth century have been written by swivelling writers. Were D. H. Lawrence, J. R. R. Tolkein or Virginia Woolf slightly dizzy when they penned their finest works? I tried out several swivel chairs in Habitat on the Finchley Road for so long that I got told off. I realized a swivel chair would be a mistake. Id have too much fun. I might as well put a slide, a seesaw or a bouncy castle in my office. So I settled on a chair whose biggest selling feature was that you can sit on it.

With my chair, desk and view sorted, it was time to address the dcor. The previous owner had painted the walls of my new office orange. Ill try to be more specific. They were Tangerine. No, they were more a Clementine or maybe a Mandarin. Come to think of it, they were Satsuma. Now, there was no way on Gods earth I could write this book with a Satsuma backdrop, so I went to Farrow & Ball on Hampsteads high street. Farrow & Ball is the latest in a long line of successful high street double acts (Marks & Spencer, Dolce & Gabbana, Bang & Olufsen). Its basically paint for posh people. I dont know who Farrow was, or indeed Ball, but I bet they were posh. Maybe Im wrong. Maybe Ball is Bobby Ball from Cannon and Ball, who tried his luck in the paint industry encouraged by Cannons success manufacturing cameras.

I perused the colour chart in Farrow & Ball. There are so many colours, it makes you go a bit mad trying to decide. Its also very hard to distinguish between many of them. A quick googling of the Farrow & Ball colour chart reveals ten different shades of white. All White, Strong White, House White, New White, White Tie you get the idea. I once bought a white sofa from DFS. It was white. If you asked a hundred people what colour it was, I would say that a hundred of them would say it was white. In actual fact, they would all be wrong; it was Montana Ice. I would suggest that even if you asked a hundred Montanans during a particularly cold winter what colour it was, they would say, White.

After a brief discussion with my wife (shes actually colour blind, but I find it hard to reach decisions on my own), I popped for the unmistakable colour of Brinja No. 222. A slightly less pretentious description would be aubergine. Most people call it purple.

My surroundings were now nearly complete: new desk, new chair, lovely view and Brinja No. 222 walls. I placed my Mac on the desk and lovingly peeled off the see-through plastic that protects the screen, took a deep breath and sat down. Unfortunately 27 inches of screen meant that my view was completely obscured. Panic. Why didnt I think of that? The whole window was blocked by this enormous piece of technology. I was forced to move the desk to the opposite wall. I now had a face full of Brinja No. 222 and my back to the view. I would have to turn the chair around at regular intervals to be inspired by my view. I should have bought the swivel chair.

OK, Im ready. Im ready to start my book. Its an autobiography, although I prefer the word memoirs. I think its from the French for memories, and that pretty much sums up what this book is going to be. A book about my French memories. No, its basically everything I can remember from my life. The bad news is that I dont have a particularly good memory. You know when someone asks you what you did yesterday, and it takes you ages to remember even though it was just one day ago I cant believe this, it was just yesterday, youll say before finally remembering. Well, Im like that, except sometimes it never comes to me. I never remember what I did yesterday. Come to think of it, what did I do yesterday?

Memoirs just sounds a lot sexier than autobiography. Not all words are better in French. Swimming pool in French is piscine , which obviously sounds like piss in. Do you piscine the piscine? was as funny as French lessons at school ever got for me. Only writing BOOB on a calculator using 8008 in Maths seemed funnier. Weve borrowed loads of French words to spice up the English language: fianc, encore, cul-de-sac, apritif, chauffeur, pied--terre, dj vu. In fact, you could probably speak an entire English sentence with more French in it than English. Im having apritifs and hors doeuvres at my pied--terre in a cul-de-sac . After some mangetouts , Im sendingthe kids to the crche and having a mnage trois with my fiance and the au pair. Sounds like a great night.