He goes on walks because he has a bad back (hence the title) and takes us on one of these strolls, pointing out landmarks, which often trigger memories. We get Mitchell’s story of his hero Michael Palin coming up to him in a pub and complimenting him and Mitchell not handling it well, we get his involvement with Footlights, which also spawned the talents of John Cleese, Douglas Adams, Simon Jones, and so on, and we of course get the introduction to his friendship with Robert Webb.
Mitchell and Webb have been a comedy duo since pretty much the start of their careers and remain so today, and yet I’ll always remember them as the Mac and PC guys.
I didn’t think something like a little advertisement campaign warranted a mention in David Mitchell’s memoir of a successful career in comedy and television, but surprisingly, there are several paragraphs devoted to his regret, having been chastised by peers by appearing in these commercials.
David Mitchell’s sitcom about Shakespeare is a hit; he’s a happily married first-time father; he’s not even worried about being laughed at.
Where did it all go so right for the man once famous for being a lonely, nerdy bachelor?
Mitchell and Webb hadn’t thought much of it when they signed up.