I am a confectionery-based existentialist.
It's not a beard, it's an animal I've trained to sit very still.
So many beautiful things, I cannot possess them all!
Tonight's show is about doubt. Or maybe it isn't - haven't made my mind up yet.
Three blind mice walk into a pub. But they are unaware of their surroundings, so to derive humour from it would be exploitative.
Three blokes go into a pub. One of them is a little bit stupid, and the whole scene unfolds with a tedious inevitability.