Dan Holzman slipped getting out of his limo at after-party of the "Monaco International Comedy Awards" and suffered serious injuries when his "PRAT" (Ponce de Ranier Comedi aTrophie) fell on his head. Some witnesses thought he tripped over Princess Stephanie's poodle but the palace insisted he was rushing to rescue the clown drowning in the canal.
All the best doctors of Europe rushed to help this superstar and while the immediate situation was dire, the world of entertainment was assured that "they hoped" he would be completely restored to himself sooner or later. Otherwise he might make a good bedside book holder.
"At the moment," they said, "he is an imbecile. He will have to learn everything again but I'm sure we will soon see the Dan we all know back to his old self.
After weeks in intensive-care and various scary "cranial procedures", it was decided that Dan was well enough to leave hospital.
Unfortunarely, they couldn't seem find any-one who wanted him and eventually he ended up on our ward at "St Suerte's Mission Home for Broken-down Performers".
We all decided to humour him, so, in the spirit of St Suerte, we made a fake busker's license for him and used to check it every now and then especially if we thought he was trying to tell a joke.
When he first got his wheelchair he used to rush about the wards scaring the shit out of us.
Princesses Carolyne and Stephanie (of Monaco) themselves, were so shaken by this tragic accident to their favourite comedic genious that they decided to take a visit to check on his progress.
As the Matron escorted them into the ward, extolling the Maestro's return to normality, "The Man" himself raced past the Royal party on his wheelchair.
"Hurry" said the Matron "He's pretty fast but the boys will stop him."
I chased him on my electric chair flashing my torch and, doing my world famous "Footscray Security Service" alarm imitation, I pulled him over just as the matron and the Royal party rounded the corner.
"Watch," said the matron, "we use these games to see how much he is catching up with himself."
As usual, I asked him for his driver's license and he pulled out an old chocolate wrapper and presented it to me. I officiously checked it, winked at the others, gave it back and told Dan he was free to go.
He raced around the corner with everyone in pursuit but was stopped after a couple of corners by Gazzo pretending to be another cop.
When the rest of us arrived, Gazzo was asking to see Dan's registration and insurance papers. Dan fumbled through his pathetic belongings and produced a long out of use-by-date condom and gave it to Gazzo. Gazzo warned him to drive carefully, gave him back the condom and wished him "Good-day".
Again Dan raced off, leaving everyone behind, but three corners later Robert Nelson hobbled out in front of him and flagged him over.
"Pull over, Driver" said the Moth man as he adjusted his pyjamas.
"Oh shit" said Dan, "Not the Breathylizer again".
PS. As the Royal party rounded the corner, Princess Caroline took in the scene and turned to the Matrom and screamed.
"You are a miracle!" she said, jumping for joy "He's totally back to normal again."
All the best doctors of Europe rushed to help this superstar and while the immediate situation was dire, the world of entertainment was assured that "they hoped" he would be completely restored to himself sooner or later. Otherwise he might make a good bedside book holder.
"At the moment," they said, "he is an imbecile. He will have to learn everything again but I'm sure we will soon see the Dan we all know back to his old self.
After weeks in intensive-care and various scary "cranial procedures", it was decided that Dan was well enough to leave hospital.
Unfortunarely, they couldn't seem find any-one who wanted him and eventually he ended up on our ward at "St Suerte's Mission Home for Broken-down Performers".
We all decided to humour him, so, in the spirit of St Suerte, we made a fake busker's license for him and used to check it every now and then especially if we thought he was trying to tell a joke.
When he first got his wheelchair he used to rush about the wards scaring the shit out of us.
Princesses Carolyne and Stephanie (of Monaco) themselves, were so shaken by this tragic accident to their favourite comedic genious that they decided to take a visit to check on his progress.
As the Matron escorted them into the ward, extolling the Maestro's return to normality, "The Man" himself raced past the Royal party on his wheelchair.
"Hurry" said the Matron "He's pretty fast but the boys will stop him."
I chased him on my electric chair flashing my torch and, doing my world famous "Footscray Security Service" alarm imitation, I pulled him over just as the matron and the Royal party rounded the corner.
"Watch," said the matron, "we use these games to see how much he is catching up with himself."
As usual, I asked him for his driver's license and he pulled out an old chocolate wrapper and presented it to me. I officiously checked it, winked at the others, gave it back and told Dan he was free to go.
He raced around the corner with everyone in pursuit but was stopped after a couple of corners by Gazzo pretending to be another cop.
When the rest of us arrived, Gazzo was asking to see Dan's registration and insurance papers. Dan fumbled through his pathetic belongings and produced a long out of use-by-date condom and gave it to Gazzo. Gazzo warned him to drive carefully, gave him back the condom and wished him "Good-day".
Again Dan raced off, leaving everyone behind, but three corners later Robert Nelson hobbled out in front of him and flagged him over.
"Pull over, Driver" said the Moth man as he adjusted his pyjamas.
"Oh shit" said Dan, "Not the Breathylizer again".
PS. As the Royal party rounded the corner, Princess Caroline took in the scene and turned to the Matrom and screamed.
"You are a miracle!" she said, jumping for joy "He's totally back to normal again."

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