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When I started keeping a diary in 1969 there were no smart phones, no internet, no high-speed trains and no dating sites. Pythons were still just snakes and no human being had ever stepped on the moon. I sat down at my kitchen table, took out a biro, wrote down ‘Thursday April 17th’ and underlined it. I can remember thinking how seriously pleased I would be if I could keep it up for a month, let alone a whole year.

But just a few days ago I picked up my pen, wrote ‘Thursday June 6th 2024’ and underlined it.

Yes, 55 years later, I still write my diary, in long-hand, on most mornings (Never at night. After a few glasses of wine I can’t read my handwriting). It’s become a part of my daily life, like brushing my teeth - though sometimes not as exciting - and I can now go back all those years and relive the highs, the lows, the embarrassments, the things I’d rather have forgotten, and the things that make me laugh out loud. And, of course, the diaries are full of reminders of good times with good friends I’ve lost. Over the last year, since Helen’s death, I’ve found it very reassuring that there is a record of our life together, which I can dip into, and which nearly always offers comfort.

In September I shall be on stage again sharing the eleven years between 1999 and 2009 with my favourite kind of audience - fellow human beings under the same roof.

The show, like the book, is called There and Back, because I travelled a lot in those eleven years. But there was just as much going on in my life at home, so if you do come along, and I hope you will, be prepared for laughter, a few tears, many surprises and some startling honesty!

See you there!

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Though we only came back from filming in November, Director Neil Ferguson and ace editor Eddie Haselden have raced to get a three part series out of all the material we brought back from Africa. And it’s going to be launched on Channel 5 at 9:00pm on Tuesday 16 April.

The three shows have come out really well. Largely because Nigeria delivered some of the loudest, jolliest, most photogenic contributors I’ve ever worked with, and Jaimie Gramston and Ben Crossley on camera, and Joe Morsman on sound have captured the crazy colourfulness of the country quite brilliantly.

I may be biased, but if you enjoyed our trips to North Korea and Iraq, I think you’ll appreciate the openness and, dare I say it, the noise of Nigeria. We didn’t have to find people who wanted to talk. They found us.

Very big thanks too, to our Assistant Producer Lola Arisekola, who typified everything I liked about Nigeria. In our most difficult situations her laugh, which could be heard several blocks away, kept us going.

As with my previous series, I’ve written a book of my travels in Nigeria, which will come out early next year. Great-Uncle Harry is about to come out in paperback and  Volume 4 of my diaries, working title There And Back, will be available In all good bookshops, and a few bad ones, from September. 

Warning: I’m planning a Stage Tour for the Diaries, so there’ll be no hiding place.

My secret is out! After weeks of waffling about going to 'West Africa”, I can tell the world, if they’re at all interested, that I’ve just filmed a three-part series in Nigeria. Rather like North Korea and Iraq, Nigeria is a country which doesn’t get the attention it deserves. And it was a new country for me, which always makes for a bracing experience, and sharpens the travel senses. 

Nigerians are lively and loud. They don’t do English politeness - 'I’m sorry, would you mind awfully’ - they say what they mean, usually at many decibels, but they laugh easily and I like people like that.

Nigeria is a big player internationally, with the greatest population (around 220 million) and the biggest economy in Africa. But it doesn’t it feel like a country at the top of the tree.

I’ve been to the heart of Africa’s ‘slumbering giant’ to try and find out why. Come along with me and see what you think. Looks like an April release. 

As with North Korea and Iraq I’m turning my diary of the journey into a book, which should be out early next year. 

Before that there’ll be a paperback of Great-Uncle Harry and the fourth volume of my diaries to come. Both John Cleese and my much-missed wife Helen had a go at me for talking too much, so I apologise to both of them.