I spent my childhood scrambling round badgers and foxes and playing fantastic country kid games like knocking on people's doors and running away. God that was a good game.

Three blind mice walk into a pub. But they are unaware of their surroundings, so to derive humour from it would be exploitative.

Toughest job I ever had: selling doors, door to door.

Thank God for Darwin, eh?

I know that to be a true fact because I read it in Heat magazine

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?"

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