I am encyclopaedic on World War II. My dad took me to D-Day beaches when I was a kid. I was there four years ago - every five years they have a remembrance on D-Day beaches and I would have liked to have been there and done my bit.

We must have been hunters and gatherers but some of us were just waiters and hopers.

I've done a bit of Latin in my time...but I can control it.

When you're more mature, you do start telling the truth, in odd situations. "I'm sorry, I've broken a glass here. Is that expensive? I'll pay for it. I'm sorry." And you do that so that people in the room might go, "What a strong personality that person has. I like to have sex with people with strong personalities."

Animals in the wild are lean, and I think we should be too.

We will now sing forth, hymn 405, 'Oh God, what on earth is my hairdo all about?

You have the American dream! The dream is to be born in a gutter and grow up, and then get all the money in the world and stick it in your ears and go THBBBBBT.