Scattolini — Nate Kitch

In 2017 at the age of 17 I travelled to a little place called big Italy to study under the tutelage of the late great Pepe Pasquale Scattolini: the scatalogical clown. After an intense 17 week course I learnt that it’s not about how funny you can be but how much shit you can withstand. Also how much money you can spend, which in my case was one lire (an as it stands now defunct currency).

I at first stuggled with my masters training but one day, I think it was a mercoledi.. Scattolini turned his face towards my face and said: “Signor Kitchenette, se il tuo shito noto annoyingo someabodyo theno se tuo noto doing itta righto eh”. The lire had dropped, somewhere between the Mozzarella Cheese ( & pasta) I was able to truly find my voice, my voice as a comedian, and the voice, is in the ass!

It is very easy to overlook the ass when it comes to being an comedian, especially when you’re not sat on it, but when you realise what comes out of it, anything is possible.

Sat at the back of the room with a bucket full of shit (some off it his) is how I will always remember Scattolini, because that is where he is: the back of the room inside me.

Now whenever I struggle I just remember those magic words, happy faces, happy faeces, and I look inside myself.. I look inside my ass.

Rest In Poo
Nate Kitch; the comic (me) - May 17th 2026