On 9/11, that morning, I was in a Christian Dior Couture appointment at the Hotel Pierre.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I went on a book tour immediately after 9/11. I was due to leave the following Wednesday, so I just did. It was an amazing thing, because planes hadn't been flying very many days, and I got on this plane and went to San Francisco, and the minute that plane lifted above the clouds, I felt this incredible sense of lightness.
During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.
One or two of the trips were a bit scary. Soldiers had me at gun point on one trip, locked me in my van all night and escorted me in and out of buildings when I wanted to wash.
I went to Montreal. My first gig went very badly. They just weren't laughing at anything. I found out they were a load of Christians, and it was a gig to raise money for a new church roof.
Anyway, I collapsed in France in the middle of a tour. I hadn't been eating properly, I was getting very phobic about audiences, and I collapsed in pure fright.
I base jumped off the Jesus statue in Rio de Janeiro.
Eleven days before 9/11, I was on a plane with the 9/11 hijackers who were carrying out a dry run.
Unfortunately I was in New York when 9/11 happened.
After I graduated from college, while traveling around Europe, hitchhiking, doing the tourist thing, I went into a church in Dublin.
I was in NYC during 9/11; it happened on a Tuesday, I was on stage Thursday. It was a small crowd, but it took about 10 days and comedy clubs were packed.