Who inspires you?
My wife, Debbie. She is a remarkable woman. Wise and witty. I cannot believe my luck to have found her.
Can you remember a gig so bad, it’s now funny?
Many years ago, I was the opening act at Stockholm’s first comedy club in Sweden. In those days I had a solid 20 minutes that always worked in the UK. The Swedes speak excellent English, so I thought it would be fine. I did 20 minutes to complete silence followed by raucous applause. I asked the organiser why no one laughed and she replied “We didn’t like to interrupt”.
What’s your process for writing new material?
I store thoughts like a squirrel hoarding for the future. I read or see something that might have potential and tuck it away on a scrap of paper for later. Sometimes it’s just a book title. I just bought a book called Fishes I Have Known as I feel certain there is something in it.
What’s your current show about?
Being silly, having fun, remembering to be childlike, shaking off stress, and seeing the value in Barbie.
Any pre-show rituals?
Cup of tea. Speak to my wife.
Do you think audiences have changed since lockdown?
Audiences seem more upbeat. There is a genuine pleasure in being out that is still fresh. It is so lovely to meet everyone in person. There is no shyness in them volunteering contributions.
Best heckle?
I give out pencils as prizes. The other night I remarked on something small I had achieved and someone shouted, “You should get a pencil!”, which I then awarded myself.
What’s a lesson you’ve learned from a lifetime in comedy?
Always have a chair on stage so you can sit down if you feel like it. The whole “standup” thing is overrated.
Best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
From my wife: “You should marry me.”
Worst piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
Oat milk is just as nice as real milk.
What are you most excited for right now?
I’ve just bought a hydraulic log-splitter.
Sandi Toksvig’s new show Next Slide Please is on UK tour until 30 June.
