Somehow, by just continually pestering the general public by appearing on television, they accepted me and wanted more.
I have an elbow that bends the wrong way, and I'd do things like stand in an elevator and the doors would close, and I'd pretend that my arm had got caught in it, and then I'd scream, 'Ow, ow, put it back!'
You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.