I Am NOT Fine, Thanks

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' How are you? ' How am I? How am I? How do you think I am? I know in the Before Times the tradition was to reply, ' I' m fine, thanks. ' Then you would ask how they were, and they would reply, ' I' m fine, thanks. ' And then we would all get on with our lives. But I can' t play my part in that pantomime anymore. I cannot say, ' I am fine, thanks,' because (spoilers) I am not fine, thanks. What do you get when a housebound comedian is left with no option but to make comedy using only a rampant washing machine, a lot of Vaseline (it' s for the pipes - no, not that pipe), a roast chook and an unused exercise bike to keep him company? You get I Am NOT Fine, Thanks. From prime ministers who don' t hold a hose, to billionaires who think they' re astronauts, to people who think lizards are ruling the country and that thermometers are wiping your memory, it' s abundantly clear that the world is going to hell. In I Am NOT Fine, Thanks Wil Anderson uses his iconic dry humour to soothe the sting of the last few years - laughter is the best medicine, after all (or is it Apple Cider Vinegar? ). Part memoir, part manifesto and all comedy, this is a book that will both make your every frustration feel heard and show you that there is plenty to hope for.