In this extract from his new memoir, Nick Frost recalls the day his family lost everything– and the night Simon Pegg changed his life.
When I was 16, my dad went through a big change. He’d left the company he’d helped to build from the ground up and decided to start his own. It was the happiest I remembered him. My mum and dad turned the shed at the bottom of our garden in Redbridge into a workshop to make high-end office furniture. Dad was an amazing draughtsman. People went crazy for his designs, but that’s all they were at that point, just designs, pictures on a pad.
Once they had enough orders in, Mum and Dad set to work making the chairs themselves. All the individual pieces were manufactured off site then delivered and put together by them in the garage. Some nights they’d be down there until two or three in the morning putting together handmade chairs. After a couple of hours’ sleep, Dad would load up the van he had rented and deliver the things himself.
They got a big order from a major company to make chairs for its new HQ. This was it. Fulfil this order and we were laughing. We didn’t, and we weren’t laughing. I still don’t know all the whys and wherefores, but we failed. The order was just too big. The bank sent notices, the creditors circled and we were finished.
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