I am extremely lucky: I am a stand-up comedian and a father. People often say to me that dealing with hecklers must be the worst...

They’ve clearly never changed a nappy in the dark when your child has diarrhoea.

As a comedian I’m used to hecklers. There are not many jobs where it’s acceptable for a drunk person to shout at you whilst you’re working. Can you imagine a heart surgeon performing an operation whilst some drunk bloke screamed ”…call that a triple bypass?!” Yet somehow it’s part of the magic of live comedy.

Recently, however, I experienced a form of feedback 10 times more brutal.

I did something really foolish. I promised my son I would write him a book. In retrospect I should have promised him a bike like any normal parent, but I decided to try and turn a made-up bedtime story into a children’s book.

So, I wrote it, I honed it, I polished it – then when it was finally finished, I had a copy delivered to my house. And I was terrified…

It’s one thing to be critiqued by drunks, but to have your work scrutinised by a 10-year-old? Petrifying.

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