When I see professional clowns, mimes, or people who makes ballon animals, I think of their relatives and how disappointed they must be.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The pretty fellows you speak of, I own entertain me sometimes, but is it impossible to be diverted with what one despises? I can laugh at a puppet show, at the same time I know there is nothing in it worth my attention or regard.
I have two brothers, and we used to always laugh at oblivious people. People who are so cocky and full of themselves that they just don't realize how stupid they are. And those kind of idiots really make me laugh.
I know it's a cliche, but the whole family is just whacked. I mean, we're all out of our minds. They're the funniest, most eccentric bizarre people I've ever met, my siblings.
I was obsessed with clowns. My dad had to get rid of them. I thought there were clowns under my bed for years.
My family isn't really all that different from anyone else's. Well, maybe they're a bit more entertaining.
There just is not one person in my family who is not funny.
My family are very down-to-earth people. We are not showbizzy at all.
I come from a family of teasers myself. My grandfather was from Liverpool, and he had a dry sense of humor, and he would tease us terribly. My brother Beau was so skilled in his teasing that he could get a rise out of me by simply pointing at me.
I'm a natural clown, I suppose, in writing, and one has to accept that; I can't do anything about it. I have written one or two novels which are not specifically funny. I wrote a study of Shakespeare which was not intended to be funny, but some people regard it as such.
I don't give a crap about clowns.