And furthermore...
Jesus and the God-Botherers got it wrong, it seems...

Somewhere on the way to being close to funny…

My 2006 Melbourne International Comedy Festival experience began with a flight to Melbourne two weeks prior, for the purpose of being interviewed in print and on radio in order to make members of the public aware that there was a comedy appreciation course that some of them may wish to attend.

It was an great experience. How could it not be? In the process of flying from Sydney to Melbourne, the most amazing thing happened: the very act somehow made me a funnier person. Although, having a funny - or at least unusual - name helps. My ‘real’ name happens to be ‘Demetrius Romeo’ (‘Dom’ is a nickname bestowed upon me by a PhysEd teacher - a professional rugby league footballer - in 1982, when I was in Year 5; “Dom will keep score,” he announced, as we undertook a four-week softball competition - and I still don’t know if his professional rugby league footballer’s brain thought I was really called ‘Dominic’).

So don't be surprised or incredulous when I say it was like I was automatically on my way to turning into a Perrier Award-quality, world class comedian. Well, if the boarding pass for my flight is anything to go by, that is! I mean to say, there must have been a similar flight for Demetri Martin that enabled him to make the transformation from just a guy to a Perrier Award-quality comic (ie the one that got him to Edinburgh Fringe in 2003.)

Turns out the travel agent's clientele includes comedians.

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