“He wasn’t brought up often in conversation.
“He wasn’t a dark secret or anything. He just wasn’t talked about often.”
In the year before Wood-Hill met his Samoan, criminal, but charming, father, he met his half-brother Jacob.
When the then 21-year-old Wood-Hill met the man whose lifestyle was a world away from that of his mother and stepfather, both school principals, Jacob’s mother said “you have to write a story about this”.
“My skin tingled the whole day,” says Wood-Hill.
“I had been looking at a haggard, brown version of myself. The story seemed to write itself.”
He laughs when asked if he ever had any gang affiliations himself.
“I’m a teacher’s-aide at a decile 8 school. But we do have much in common. I used to be a professional poker player. My biological father was a gambler-pool shark. And he loves to tell stories.”
Wood-Hill discovered a taste for stand-up comedy after he returned from overseas where he played poker for a living. He landed a dead-end job, hung out with his mates and played pool.
“A friend said ‘you are so unfunny’. The next day I walked past a poster for open mic night at a club. The contrarian in me said ‘I’ve got to do that’. I’d done drama from when I was 10 years old to 18, so I was comfortable on stage.”
He worked up five minutes of material, none of which was very good, but everyone has to start somewhere, he says. His stand-up comedy debut was in a basement bar where he played to an audience of four.
“Two of them were flatmates. Eight people were waiting to get on stage.”
Experiences like that can be soul-destroying but you keep going, he says.
“That’s where my poker experience helped me. Poker is a game based on a law of averages. Even if you do it right every time, one out of five times you’re not going to win.
“If I keep doing the right things and continue to learn, I will win.”