You know, just sometimes, in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that four hundredth glass of cornershop piss at 3am, you do sometimes look at yourself and think...This is fantastic. I'm in heaven.

I'd be hard-pressed to think of anybody who's made me laugh, who's funny, but who's also relentlessly positive.

I'm Irish, yeah, but I don't need to get up on a soapbox about it.

I know there's similar dissatisfaction in America. There's a lot of white people who come from blue collar backgrounds and who feel ill-equipped and badly served by modern economics and the modern job market.

Lots of comics try stuff out all year round, which is very sensible - I don't.

The East is very mysterious to Westerners. Even post-Cold War, it's still an unknown entity.

Wow this place is really big isn't it? They must do proper stuff here, like opera and all that...shite.