Dara O’Briain On Technology, Learning To Drive & Terrible TV - Good comedy

Now, I am a little younger than I look, right? I'm 34, right? Thank you.

I can only hope that the microphone's picked up the cackling woman's laugh of derision.

You're not.

You've been telling this story for a while.

Genuine 34, let's put it this way.

Have you ever seen the show honey? We're killing the kids Incredible show incredible show right they go around to the houses of Parents who aren't very good at being Paris, right? It's probably the discreet way of putting it right people who feed their kids large and then wonder why they aren't getting up in the morning And they bring him to a sealed room and they show them like a computer image of what the child will look like at the age of 40, right? And they go, bing! And the boy always looks like me.

Every week, they just put up a giant picture of my face.

And the parents recoil in horror.

The mother can't even look at it.

The father shields her, don't look, don't look, darling.

You don't want to see your son like this.

Who could live like that? And the beauty doer goes, I know, I know, it's a horrific image.

But surely he has to walk around with a bell shouting, unclean, unclean.

It's the most irritating.

Every week, bing, a big picture of me, right? Every week, this hideous future of the child, where the child is, like, you know, miserable and

fat

and bald.

And then the parents go out feeling terrible, and then they give them a couple of carrots for about three weeks.

And they go out on bicycle trips around the countryside, and they all have a much better lifestyle.

And then they bring the parents back in again, and they do another, this is what your child will look like now.

Bing! And suddenly the child is smiling at 40, is slim, and miraculously is not bald.

Somehow, a couple of carrots have cured the child's genetic male pattern baldness.

And every week the parents accept this.

The bald father goes, oh, thank heavens, he's got his hair back.

LAUGHTER Liverpool goes, whoa, wait a minute here.