Shaun Micallef, where is my pen?

Last night I finally had the pleasure of meeting my comedic idol, Shaun Micallef; the man who brought me David McGann, Quentin Welcher, TAYG, and even brought me a bowl of minestrone soup in a confusing dream I had back in the late 90s.

The comedy legend unbegrudgingly (some might even say willingly) signed my copy of his new book, The President’s Desk. A daring nudie run across the political landscape of the world’s most beloved superpower. Well that’s what the back cover says, I haven’t actually read it yet. Continue reading →