You know him as the YouTube star who interviews famous people and appears in movies – now Caspar Lee is also the subject of a book.
Simply called Caspar Lee, it’s written by his mom, Emily Riordan Lee, but Caspar has major input too, adding his own notes and drawings to stories his mother tells about him. To read an interview with the guy of the moment, get the latest issue of YOU. Meanwhile, here’s a short extract from the book.
ON CASPAR’S BIRTH Caspar tried to kill me. He really did. I’m not joking. And to lay that charge on your son is quite a serious thing. And all because of his head. It was (and still is) just too damn big. (Nice, Mom. Really nice. Already making fun of newborn baby and we’re only on page one. This is going to be tough.)
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ON CASPAR’S TOURETTE’S DIAGNOSIS
He made odd noises sometimes and we thought nothing of it until his teacher, Mrs Wieberswick, pulled me aside and said he had been snorting like a pig all the time at school and was I aware of it at home? I realized that, yes he did make strange noises, but what of it? Then he started shaking his head a lot too. Visits to many doctors followed. Psychiatrists, neurologists, paediatric psychiatric neurologists, psychologists and audiologists, occupational therapists and our wonderful GP and family friend John Blankenberg were all hauled in. But the news wasn’t good. Caspar did indeed have TS and we were all going to have to learn how to live with it both now and in the future. Dealing with that along with the frustration of not being able to relax, was really difficult. It’s like having the itchiest itch you’ve ever had and not being able to scratch it
ON THE START OF CASPAR’S CAREER AS A YOUTUBER
YouTube was in its infancy and had only been going for a couple of years – but you could sense that it was changing the way people watched and shared online content. I loved that fact that Caspar was finally thinking about doing something creative.
Caspar’s first video was hilarious. He developed this character called Dick of Africa who had an Australian accent and spent much of his time in the bath surrounded by rubber ducks and bubbles. Dick was a bit dim, but crazy and adorable.
Kind of like me, apart from the dim part, obviously.