Thank God for Darwin, eh?

But our country's equivalent of gritty reality is more like "Look out Sarge, he's got a shooter!"

I tried to like it. For me, it was like being smacked around the head by a piece of IKEA furniture: it hurts, but you've got to admire the workmanship.

Three blokes go into a pub. Something happens. The outcome was hilarious!

The way we live in the West we live like kings. People moan about this and that in Britain but we have running water, electricity, security and a rule of law and so many people in the world don't have these.

I'm quite lucky, because I've got a small, decorative concrete pig.

Of course, uh, the universe is gradually slowing down and, uh, will eventually collapse inwardly on itself, according to the laws of entropy when all it's thermal and mechanical functions fail, thus rendering all human endeavors ultimately pointless. Just to put the gig in some sort of context.