Comedian Markus Birdman. Photo / Supplied
What sort of voice should we read your answers in?
Imagine Chuck D doing an impression of Gandhi, singing the Hokey Cokey, and you've nailed it.
Are you worried about how you'll come across in print?
Very much so. The FBI had a file on me, all because of my routine about
flapjacks that they took to be a coded Jihadist call to arms, when in fact it was an extended metaphor about corruption in the Catholic Church. That took several horrific water boarding sessions and two years in Guantanamo to clear up.
Describe your show in 10 words or less.
It's about love, life and death, but not in that order.
Is there somewhere we can see your work online? If not, why?
There are some bits on YouTube and a show on Netflix, but these days I prefer to go door-to-door with my mate Tony, who accompanies me on a bassoon. The hours are tough but it's pleasant in summer.
Where are you usually when ideas or jokes come to you?
When not on stage I am invariably to be found in a yogic cobra position, chanting an ancient Inuit poem about surfing. I find it clears the mind and invariably I have visions of an 80-year-old Hindu man with comedic ideas tattooed upon his chest. It's not an exact science, but works for me.
