Dom Joly has said he fears he will "die in savage poverty" and has confessed he has no pension. The 58-year-old, who appeared in TV series including BBC's World Shut Your Mouth and ITV's I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!, said he is in a "financial spiral" after marrying his wife, graphic designer Stacey.
Price of a creative career
He said there is a "price to pay" for being in the creative industry but has loved the last 30 years of working in it. He told The i: "The people I mocked for commuting to sensible jobs are now retiring with pensions, while I spent my mornings dressed as a squirrel shouting: 'F*** you.'"
"Accessing the strange part of your brain that produces comedy may also open the door to something darker. One day, everything is exciting; the next, the diary is empty."
No pension, just a financial spiral
He joked: "I should have married an accountant or lawyer who could do the finances. I panic about money but I have had the best 30 years imaginable. Whenever I made money, I spent it and took my children to extraordinary places. I have no pension - just a financial spiral."
The Trigger Happy TV star, who married Stacey in 2000, explained that if he could speak to his younger self, his advice would be to "get a pension and never sell the flat in Notting Hill".
He added: "I have travelled, made things I am proud of, embarrassed my family and spent almost all the money. I just hope I don't die in savage poverty."
Regrets over property sales
Last year, Dom said marrying Stacey was the "best decision I ever made" in a sweet anniversary post. He previously revealed he regretted selling his Notting Hill flat to author Salman Rushdie, reports the Express.
He told Mail Online that it was his "biggest money mistake", admitting: "If I'd held onto it, I'd never have needed to work again." The comic first purchased the property for £117,000 back in 1992 and later bought the flat below it for £220,000, combining them. The property sold for £1.3million, but by 2024 it was worth a whopping £12million.
He told the publication that he did the same thing with a house in the Cotswolds "before it became full of Londoners and totally unbearable".
