I got locked into a tradition [at Cambridge] of doing comedy.

At Cambridge, you have to kiss the vice-chancellor's fingers. But I missed out on that, 'cause I was doing a matinee. I don't want to kiss a strange man's fingers anyway.

My first professional job was appearing in a disastrous theatre production of Oh, What a Lovely War in Leicester Rep, shortly after leaving Cambridge.

Reading Alan Zweibel makes me laugh out loud. And yet it is not a particularly funny name.

Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man; good morning, madam, I'm a psychiatrist

Don't want to turn into mini-me.

The Minister of Transport issued this appeal to motorists: Can anyone give him a lift to Leicester?