If someone starts agreeing with me, I don't like it. Out of pique, I become something else.

Now, as a comic, if you're vaguely amusing you can go straight into TV, then you play the O2 and then everyone's sick of you.

I exist as an annexe of the BBC. I'm down the road a bit from the main building, in a little hut.

I'm sure a psychologist would see something highly significant in how absent-minded I am. I mean I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my neck by muscles, ligaments and my esophagus.

I've been going to Granada for many years and 12 years ago bought a house a few miles outside the city.

I think that my ideas of the world are that it's random and cruel but kind of quite comical really, and therefore the humour, in a sense, springs from that.

It seems easier to make a career out of comedy now than it was in the 1980s.