I used to like writing for comedians - I enjoyed the challenge of making other people funny.

It's a funny kind of month, October. For the really keen cricket fan it's when you discover that your wife left you in May.

If the laughter of the audience was malicious we wouldn't show it.

The comedians all finished their acts with a song. They would get a certain amount of money from the song publishers and would use that money to pay the writers. None of them paid very much for their comedy material, but it all added up.

You know you're getting old when a four-letter word for something pleasurable two people can do in bed together is R-E-A-D.

I defy anyone to get a decision that quickly these days.

What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?