Lliam appeared in numerous sketches in "The Micallef P(r)ogram(me)" and we have stolen his bio from his website (which is a rather fun playground of drawings, commentary and other groovy things) :

Diary of a Micallef Program Bit Player

Or

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky (whichever sounds classier) 

By Lliam Amor 

Note: Dear reader, this is a comprehensive diary of a bit part player and comedy hanger-on, written down promptly as the events unfolded, years after the Micallef Programme had finished, consequently the diarist takes no responsibilities and never has, causing much grief when it comes time for him to do the washing up.

Day #1 - a Thursday, probably. (note: this was the first day of filming of the first series)  

Oh boy! My first day on location with the entire cast and crew. Today I'll make my big impression, today I'll wow 'em with my acting prowess, honed in amateur rep companies all over Victoria. I can't wait. The sketch is about a thief getting busted by a group of cops with attack turtles. I'm playing the thief - so the first thing I'll do is get a great big scar and a natty goatee from Bill the make up guy. Here comes Ted Emery the director (he scares me with his aggressive stubble, glass eye and zip off cargo pants/shorts) to take me through a rehearsal. I'm going to give it everything I've got!! 

(30 minutes later) 

Now that I have wiped away the hot, snotty tears of shame I can say I have learnt a valuable lesson in acting for TV - comedy is better when it's done straight. Thankfully I had already bribed half the crew so my position as bit part man was cemented. 

(note: all traces of this woeful day have been wiped as I was cut out of this sketch - thank god) 

Day #123 - Friday?  Filmed one of my favourite sketches today - El Sotto Voce! Wayne, Jason, and I all played bandits who had robbed a ton of gold from some poor villagers (if you look carefully, you may be able to spot a couple of gold painted digital watches in amongst the loot - thanks to the wonder prop men Slim and Dave). First up - a trip to the make up chair for a scar and moustache. In the end we all got shot by Shaun which was great fun, once John Fox (the armourer) convinced him to use the dummy gun instead of the real one.

Day #458 - Thursday morning 11ish 

I'm sitting in the dressing room with Wayne and Francis as they go over their lines for the live taping next week. Once again I'm impressed that they have so many different parts to learn on such a small turn around time . and yet they pull them all off without a hiccup. Shaun has gathered a top notch cast to bring his strange world to life. Eventually they discover my hiding place and call security, again.  

Day #007 - Tuesday Night Live Taping 

The crowds were always good for these nights - they loved the warm up guy (a relatively unknown comedian called Dave Hughes) and appreciated the half chewed lollies left over from last week's taping (gluttons). Shaun and the cast would always come out and say hello to the audience, individually, and this would take up a good hour or so, then it was into make up for a scar and some facial hair. Meanwhile Darren (the first A.D.) would be trying to rouse Ted from an opium-induced stupor while John and Bec raised and lowered the lighting rig for fun. Roger would be patiently waiting to roll camera, blissfully unaware that some wag had lined his eyepiece with tarzan's grip, only to realise at the last minute that they didn't need a hand held camera after all. And there in the corner sat Colin playing with his boom.another smooth night.

Day #1024 - My man Friday 

Spiffington Manse - Imagine a room so stuffed with faux-antiques including: tables, chairs, flowers, mirrors, fruit baskets, sideboards (cyborgs?), lamps, stools, tea sets, cutlery, rugs, drapes and more, that there is hardly any room to breath. Then add the whole cast in full period costume plus Anne Phelan and two large dogs.and there you have the greatest studio set up for one of the silliest, giggle inducing, knee trembling sketches ever committed to paper. Most of it was shot in one take so as I enter the room, you can almost hear me thinking - "don't drop the tray, don't drop the tray". I love this scene.

The diary stops short here as all the memories have started tumbling into each other and it would end up becoming a short novella if I was to go on further (besides I'm trying to sell the idea, as a short novella - so far no such luck). I was incredibly lucky and grateful to be involved in all three series of the Micallef Programmes. I learnt very quickly what the business of putting together a comedy series involves and, more importantly, what not to do around a lighting crew who are trying to get a their job done, asking them pesky questions like "what's my motivation?" and pointing out shadows does nobody any good. 

Retrospectively, I'd like to thank Shaun, Ted and all the cast and crew for letting me be a part of this incredible experience, which the restraining order at the time, had clouded my view.