Idioms are a big thing in Ireland. They want to fill the time, to show how good they are at talk - it's a talk-off

I'm very drawn to Eastern Europe, so I like a Hungarian writer who wrote in French called Emil Cioran; he was always good for giving me such a stir.

I think that women just have a primeval instinct to make soup, which they will try to foist on anybody who looks like a likely candidate.

I quite fancy the 1940s. I like the trams and the trousers.

Because their bones are growing, they can only sleep in certain positions, obviously. The crucifix and the swastika tend to be the most popular. Sometimes a combination of the two.

There are two types of wine essentially, and everybody knows this. There's the one where you drink it and go, "Mmmm, well that's ok, can we get 8 of those please, give us 8 of those." There's the other one, you know, where you go "Ga... bt... Jesus, WHAT is that?" Very, very occasionally I concede you will hit a subtle one. You know, where you go "Ga... ba... ah, actually that's not that bad, that is. It's quite nice."

Eggs! They're not a food, they belong in no group! They're just farts clothed in substance!