Phil Nichol

I was bedridden in Australia, after rupturing my groin. Unable to move and fearing impotence, I was at an emotional low point. I rang a friend back in London for a pep talk. 'Why don't you just concentrate on something positive; the things you like!?!' I hung up on him. Jerk. But with nowhere to go and nothing to do, I started making a list of all the things I like. Music. My home town. Making girls cry. John Travolta's legs. Suicide. My friend Shannon. The list became the show ...