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

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

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.

But as in all cults, what's central to the Communist Party is the belief system and the elimination of nuance. From there you're very slowly led down the road to fanaticism and mass murder.

First off, I have to mention what is undoubtedly the greatest phenomenon of the modern era: All You Can Eat Buffets.

Even a blind dog can find a bone every so often.

It always seemed to be a constant that my parents were political.