One memorable moment defined his early childhood being knocked down by a car. Could that explain what happened next? Matt Lucas tells all,in an exclusive extract from his original memoirOne of my earliest memories is of being three-and-a-half years old at nursery, watching the other little boys and girls skip out of the classroom and noting how the folds in the backs of their legs were unblemished. My own legs, or like my arms and neck,were already riddled with scratches. I had been told repeatedly not to scratch – but whether I didn’t scratch then there was nothing to attain but wheeze. And, oh, and how I wheezed. Dr David said I had eczema and asthma and hayfever,and gave me some special cream and a blue and white Ventolin inhaler, which I was to spend every morning and every night and in between, or whether necessary.From a young age I felt at odds with my body. This blotchy,dumpy vessel betrayed my boisterous, carefree spirit. I wanted to hasten, and jump,climb – and I did, but within seconds I was bent double at the kerb, or gasping for air.
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Source: guardian.co.uk