1. You told me about your nose operation, was it traumatic for you?

Yes, it was definitely the pinnacle of my clowning misery... & really wished I never had it done. I had a natural jester's nose in the first place, but had a nose job because I had a crooked septum (nose) which made it a bit hard to breathe on one side... & also would constantly get a blocked left ear (Eustachian tube) which I'd have to keep popping all day long. I lost the sense of humour in my nose (the bump)... the beak. The nose is one of the funniest... if not the funniest thing on the human profile comical anatomy. You use your body for a medium for your art & I think the nose can definitely be used for comic advantage. I do think that some people are just born phrenetically funny. Mr Bean & Pee Wee... for example wouldn't be funny if you couldn't see them. If you're a clown... I advice you never to get a nose job... it's not like going to see a dentist. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made & will always regret it! That's the philosophy behind my nose mask (false nose)... & haven't performed without it for 8-9 years. It was much quicker & natural before... to just put the jester's hat on... at any old given time & be impromptu any given moment! Now it's like doing a painting before I start every show as I put natural make-up on to blend in with the false nose. Lot more time-consuming as well... as I have to take it all off when I'm finished performing for the day. I must somehow transcend the nose... but if I'm wearing my jester's costume… I just have to put on the nose. No nose... no show. Perhaps I could also perform with no costume in future... but still wear a nose! Maybe one day I should get the bump... put back in... so one day I can again... perform without a false nose. The thing that is humiliating about it is... is that I'm a naturalist... & went against creation's design! Oops... there's more to life than one's nose... the show must go on!!! P.S.: I could write a Bible on this nose topic!!!

1. What else do you do but performing?

Draw, write, travel, make silly mistakes, lose things, collect junk, get things mixed up, complain how little money I make on the street... as a jester… worry about my nose (think I should get the bump put back in)... learning about life... be a nincompoop... & whatever etc?

1. Are you used to making jokes to your friends?

Yes... I'm a bit of a mischievous little imp... & nearly changed my name to Robin... as then my name would be Robin Goodfellow... who was Puck (the cheeky little imp)... in Shakespeare's... Midsummer's Night's Dream. My name now... is really Jolly Goodfellow... "For He's a Jolly Goodfellow"! I do... do silly things at times when I'm with friends. Sometimes I drive some friend's mad… like try & stick a pea in their ear-hole when they are sleeping... or tap them on the shoulder... so they keep turning around to see who it was. The worst joke I ever did... was on my dad... & he really went ape over it! It was a joke within a joke... & then didn't really turn out to be a joke for me. I was on top of a huge steep hill when I was in grade 5... in my dad's red Mazda 626 when he was walking across the road to visit a chiropractor. I played with the hand-brake & the car rolled down the hill a bit & then it stopped as I pulled the hand-brake back. I said... "Hey dad... checks this out for a neat trick"! He folded his arms & smiled! I pulled the hand-brake down... & it rolled down the hill & when I went to pull the hand-brake back... the knob twirled off... & the car just kept rolling down the hill & I was in the left-hand side of the car... & I froze with fear… as it just kept rolling... until it stacked into a parked Mercedes Benz tow-bar... & the front of my dad's car crunched up like a squeeze-box accordion. All the neighbours heard the chaos & came out to see what happened. My dad got down the hill & opened the door... & said... "You're fucked"! It was so terribly funny... that I accidentally cried & laughed at the same time. It was completely nuts & my dad never forgave me for it... as it wasn't insured. It is such a crazy rush... when you accidentally laugh & cry at the same time.

1. What do you think people feel while you are performing?

It depends where I'm performing. My show is quite personal at times & isn't really a middle-of-the-road (main-stream) show. Some people look at me weirdly... "Thinking what on Earth is he doing"? I do better at events where I can just cut-loose & pixy out to the max... where people are already... in an ethereal head-space... so they know where I'm coming from. Shopping malls... are really the pits for me... so I just don't do them! I think open-minded people enjoy what I do... where as other people... may perhaps think I'm on drugs... or something... which is a paradox... as I just like to liberate my creativity... without the aid of drugs. You can't be everyone's cup of tea...but at least I can say... "I'm remembered"! I've had contrasting comments about my act within the span of 3 minutes. I remember one man saying it was the best thing he had ever seen... & just a couple of minutes later... another man... saying... "it was completely shit... & I should hurry up & get a real job... you fucken wanker"!