I'm a real Kentish maid, you know.
I don't like doing stand-up, because I don't like standing up.
Let's face it: I am not a professional runner.
The funny thing is, I don't actually think of myself as fat at all. I don't think I am. Not really.
Christians have always been fodder for comedians who have tended to portray them as anoraks - slightly clammy, beatifically smiley dullards with barely a personality between them.
My mum taught me to knit when I was a child, and I turn to it, for some weird reason, when I'm feeling depressed.