As a comic, you try something and if it works you go with it and grind it to death.

Everyone I used to work with is still alive and can afford expensive lawyers.

A lot of those comics can't hold down relationships and they've got no other life apart from performing. They sleep in their Jags and a lot of them can't even talk. All they can do is tell gags.

If I won the lottery I'd start a charity that helped little family hardware stores, cobblers and fruit shops open in city centres.

Most of the Communists I knew were nice people.

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.

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