I got a horse for my wife. I thought it was a fair swap.

A miniature village in Bournemouth caught fire and the flames could be seen nearly three feet away.

My wife was fitted with a coil. For about 18 months I hated it! She used to pick up CB signals.

I was a born club comic. Radio and TV and stage were fine, but I found my real home in cabaret.

I got my start in silent radio.

Although I have always loved the noise of laughter, I really can't fear the coming of quiet. As for funerals, I rather like them. Such nice things are always said about the deceased, I feel sad that they had to miss hearing it all by just a few days.

My mother tried to kill me when I was a baby. She denied it. She said she thought the plastic bag would keep me fresh.