Tonight's show is about doubt. Or maybe it isn't - haven't made my mind up yet.
I'm quite lucky, because I've got a small, decorative concrete pig.
How many amoebas does it take to screw in a light bulb? One, no two! No four! ...no eight!
There's more evil in the charts than an Al-Qaeda suggestion box.
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.
It's the augmented fourth, or diminished fifth, depending on your outlook on life.