The Bedwetters

Me and Sarah. When one of my favourite comedians Sarah Silverman wrote her autobiography she compared herself to Ernest Hemingway and Fyodor Dostoevsky,  classing herself as a brilliant and serious writer . . that’s Sarah. Bashful. And also bashfully, her book’s ‘afterword’ is by God. He – yes, HIM – writes about Silverman in theContinue reading “The Bedwetters”