It's the augmented fourth, or diminished fifth, depending on your outlook on life.

I suppose you could be a member of a terrorist organization in a non-violent way, in the laundry or the catering department.

There's more evil in the charts than an Al-Qaeda suggestion box.

Yes. Yes, when we live our life like 1950s detective films. I often go to my fridge, "Hullo, we're out of milk. I say mother, where's the milk?"

The reason we'd stopped was that the buffet car was on fire, that was the reason we stopped. One of the giant biscuits spontaneously combusted out of boredom. Whoever was charged with making the announcement momentarily lost all sense of procedure and we got this tantalizing glimpse into the chaos on the trains, and all we could hear was (bangs on microphone) "Gary, it's burning, what we gonna do?!" And everyone on the carriage just cheered, "Hooray! We're rubbish!"

The BBC did a survey of the top 50 things to do before we die. Not while we're still alive, before we die.

Three women walk into a pub and say, `Hooray, we've colonised a male-dominated joke format'