Almost the Last Laugh

Three British expats share a near-death experience on a trip to Kuala Lumpur…

A few years ago I was hosting comedy shows in Kuala Lumpur with superb British comedians Mike Best and Steve Gunn. After a very successful last show we fought the temptation to party and went straight to bed because we had a very early flight to Jakarta the next morning for shows there. Just before dawn we checked out of the hotel, flopped wearily into a taxi and headed for the airport. I took the front seat and asked the very large Indian man wedged into the driver’s seat to take the toll road for the sake of speed and he grunted at me in grim acknowledgement. He was obviously not a morning person.

About half an hour into the journey I was gazing blankly out of the window, still half asleep, when I noticed the sound of very heavy breathing in the car. I assumed that one of the guys had nodded off so I didn’t take much notice, until the sound started to get louder and then turned into heavy nasal snoring. I looked round at Mike and Steve in the back seat to see who had dozed off, ready to make some smart “lazy b**tard” remark, but Mike was busy reading a newspaper and Steve was gazing absent mindedly out of the window.

My eyes skipped quickly back to the driver. There he was, arms straight out in front of him holding the steering wheel, head flopped forward with his numerous chins resting on his fat chest, his eyes closed and the breath from his nostrils parting the thick black hair on his chest as he exhaled. He was fast asleep.

My eyes jumped to the road ahead and then to the speedometer – we were doing 120 km per hour and it was climbing steadily as his foot relaxed onto the accelerator. Luckily it was still early, so there was very little traffic and the road was clear.

I panicked for a second but fought the urge to shout at him (or punch him in the face, which was what I really wanted to do), knowing it would shock him into consciousness and cause him to jerk the wheel one way or the other and send us hurtling off the road into oblivion.

I thought quickly what to do while silently “shushing” Mike and Steve as their eyes rapidly widened in realization of what was happening. I tried to move his foot off the accelerator but his huge legs filled the space in front of the driver’s seat so completely that it was impossible. I steadied the steering wheel with my left hand and placed my right hand lightly on the driver’s voluminous shoulder, gently rocking him awake, while saying “Hello… Hello…” in a hoarse stage whisper until his eyes slowly fluttered open.

Once his brain had processed what was happening, his eyes turned instantly into saucers and he blurted out a rapid succession of unintelligible Indian profanity as the car, despite my efforts to steady the wheel, swerved wildly across two – very luckily – empty lanes. He eventually regained his composure and repositioned the car safely in the slow lane, and I looked back to check on Mike and Steve. They were completely frozen in terror, their ashen white faces in mid-scream looking like a candid snapshot taken on the scariest part of a rollercoaster ride.

I opened my window all the way and asked Mike and Steve to do the same, then tuned the radio to an Indian station and turned it up full blast. By the time we reached the airport the driver was smiling, singing, and vigorously bobbing his head to the sound of Bollywood.

I imagined what the headlines in the next day’s newspapers might have been had we crashed and died that day: “Last laugh for British funny men.” Nearly.

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Eamonn has lived and worked in Indonesia for over 20 years but doesn’t understand the country at all and now realises that he never will. He is an entrepreneur, businessman and writer, lead singer with expat band Xhibit A and the owner and operator of The Jakarta Comedy Club and The Bali Comedy Club.


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