If love were a product, the queue at the faulty goods desk would stretch right round the universe and back. It doesn't work properly. The seams come apart and it's full of powdered glass.

It's interesting, in the U.K., I'm known for doing comedy things, which often doesn't translate to the U.S.

Am I living in a simulation?

It's a barrel of laughs, isn't it? It makes The Day After look like friggin'...insert name of cheerful thing here. It was one of the things that made me really worry about worst-case scenarios. There's something impish and probably somewhat therapeutic about thinking about those things.

[Worshipping God] is like fellating someone who intermittently stubs fags out on your head for no good reason. And we all know how unsatisfying that can be.

I'm quite geeky and I'm very much into video games and technology and stuff like that.

On the other hand [making a string of one-off episodes], there's a real freedom, because you're kind of reinventing the show every week.