Description
A boat approaches; a lantern hung on its prow is the only light in this dark, cold world. The boat reaches the edge of the lake. The boatman has a kindly face. He calls out to me. “Mr Dowie?” “Yes,” I reply. “Not any more,” he says. And I step into his boat.
John Dowie, proto-alternative comedian and quixotic cyclist, has a few last things to get off his chest. Join him in this funny and poignant memoir as he tells a story from pre-cradle to post-grave with musings on parenthood, Batman and showbiz along the way.
“A funny, clever and alarmingly wise man”
Julian Clary
“The archaeopteryx of alternative comedy… the fossil record makes no sense without him.”
Alan Moore
“I was drinking late one night in the courtyard of the Pleasance Theatre in the year 1999, my thirteenth Edinburgh Fringe, when the comedian Simon Munnery arrived, looking pleased with himself, like a gun dog bringing back a pheasant, or a family cat that comes in and drops a dead rat on the carpet. He had found John Dowie, the pheasant/dead rat of Alternative Comedy.”
Stewart Lee
