When, in 1966, I progressed to The Frost Report, I was paid ten guineas a minute. I was guaranteed three minutes a week, so this was good money.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.

My father, who was a sergeant in the RAF during the Second World War, was killed in a hitchhiking accident while returning home on compassionate leave. As a result, my mother had to get work, as a nurse, and at seven the RAF put me into a boarding school and ex-orphanage called the Royal Wolverhampton School.

Learn to trust yourself. That's very vital. ... Just stand with yourself. Remember, in his lifetime, Van Gogh sold only two paintings. I personally sold even fewer.

People who are interested in money are really uninteresting people. They look like Donald Trump.

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat!

I'm not careful with my money at all these days. I buy people a lot of dinners!