I am a confectionery-based existentialist.
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?"
So many beautiful things, I cannot possess them all!
It's not a beard, it's an animal I've trained to sit very still.
People say 'Bill, are you an optimist?' And I say, 'I hope so.'
At college, I felt frustrated thinking three years was a long time and I just wanted a job but afterwards I was in employment the whole time. I got into a theatre company and started doing stand-up gigs for cash, so I lived hand-to-mouth, but there was always enough to pay the bills.