THE matrimonial powers of laughter haven’t really been given much consideration – but chirpy comedy big-hitter John Bishop will vouch for it.
For it was during the father-of-three’s early days of mirth-making on stage a decade ago that his estranged wife Melanie saw him in a new light.
Separated and in the throng at a talent night at Manchester’s Frog & Bucket club, John spontaneously decided to do a few minutes – and left to rapturous applause after half an hour.
“All I was doing was talking about my divorce,” recalls the docker’s son, now one of our most recognisable comedy faces and filling many of the nation’s arenas.
At a later gig Melanie was in the audience and was clearly impressed by this new side to the man she had married. They got back together.
Plenty of others have been won over by that charm since, Bishop’s knack for relaxed storytelling seeming anything but forced.
“I just want to recreate the feeling of talking to my mates in the pub. I know it sounds odd doing it in front of 16,000 people, but I can.”
Next Friday he plays the second of two shows at Sheffield’s Motorpoint Arena.