Dom Joly

Dom Joly has been an eclectic columnist for The Independent on Sunday since 2004. Joly shot to fame in 2000 with his anarchic Channel 4 hidden-camera comedy programme Trigger Happy TV. He has since made television series for BBC and Sky One including, This Is Dom Joly and Dom Joly’s Happy Hour. His spoof autobiography, Look At Me, was published in 2004, and in 2007 he brought out Letters to my Golf Club, featuring his correspondences with golf clubs around the world.

Dom Joly: I took no prisoners when I fought the parking Nazis

It must be the effect of making my new TV series 'The Complainers', but lately I've become much more vocal in expressing my disapproval of things.

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Dom Joly: I've got a great idea for a play... No actors

Sunday, 27 April 2008

I took Stacey out on the town this week – brought her up from country exile for a big night out. I felt a little pressure to do something special, as my normal routine of getting totally smashed in a bar talking TV bollocks was probably not what she was after.

Dom Joly: It's 50p a swear word... and the pot stands at £75

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Idon't know where she got the idea, but Parker, my daughter, suddenly produced a fully decorated swear box and announced that there were new rules for us all to follow. It was going to be 50p per swear word, and she and Jackson would split the proceeds at the end of each month. It was all very entrepreneurial and there was no way we could refuse without setting a pretty bad example.

Dom Joly: If you think I'm childish, you should see my daughter

Sunday, 13 April 2008

I have to admit that we were a little suspicious at first. Parker, our seven-year-old daughter, rushed back home announcing she had got the lead role in the school play. We were suspicious because, three years ago, she told us she was playing Mary in the Nativity play. We'd got very excited until we found out she was actually playing a shepherd but had simply refused to accept the fact. I put it down to her having my "performing" streak in the blood.

Dom Joly: Don't be fooled: Huxley is planning his great escape

Sunday, 6 April 2008

My gorgeous dog Huxley has started disappearing again. He used to do it a lot until we built a Colditz-standard fence around the property. This, coupled with a surprise castration (Huxley, not me), seemed to do the trick.

Dom Joly: It couldn't be man flu, I wanted to see a doctor

Sunday, 30 March 2008

"I told you I was ill." I stared as triumphantly as I could at Stacey through my oxygen mask.

Dom Joly: Hi diddly dee, a miner's life for me. And a sandwich

Sunday, 16 March 2008

From one extreme to another – back from California I went straight off to Wales to film. We were at a coal mine that had been closed but has now reopened as a co-operative and is doing extremely well. With the ability of power stations to clean coal much more successfully now, coal is having a little comeback.

Dom Joly: Old rockers never die, they just unravel on reality TV

Sunday, 9 March 2008

I'm at the Four Seasons in Los Angeles at the end of an extraordinary West Coast golfing road trip. I've always wanted to stay here as it's a fairly legendary hotel.

Dom Joly: My favourite city? Somewhere with fried cheese and chips

Sunday, 2 March 2008

I'm in San Francisco at the start of a curious nine-day road trip down to LA – playing the finest golf courses in California along the way. I adore San Francisco. It's possibly my favourite city in the world – stunning-looking, wonderful standard of living and the location of so many of my favourite Hitchcock movies.

Dom Joly: Forget Porsche envy, just give me a tank and I'll total City Hall

Sunday, 24 February 2008

I'm in the south of France for a few days and spent yesterday lounging around in a café on the Corniche in Cannes watching the world go by. It's one of the great people-watching places of the world, with fabulously wealthy people in unbelievably expensive cars cruising past.

Dom Joly: You can't beat a beach holiday for jealousy and vice

Sunday, 17 February 2008

I'm in St Lucia on a half-term getaway with the family. We don't normally do this kind of break, but we were suffering from a peculiar new breed of pressure – from the classroom. For the past year or so, we've had subtle hints from Parker about the quality of her half-terms, which normally involve a trip to the local swimming pool and an evening at Pizza Express in Cirencester. This, apparently, will no longer do.

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