I also want to return to doing stand-up. I've become frightened of live audiences. This is a really telling sign that I need to go back on the comedy circuit again.

Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.

I've got too much respect for stand-ups to call myself one.

They look outside the windows of their apartment in town and realize they're not living in a terrace anymore. This is a room full of dreamers who like to go to London for a day.

I came back from university thinking I knew all about politics and racism, not knowing my dad had been one of the youngest-serving Labour councillors in the town and had refused to work in South Africa years ago because of the situation there. And he's never mentioned it - you just find out. That's a real man to me. A sleeping lion.

I've got little ankles and a bit of a belly, so it makes me look rather an egg on legs.

I think if you're at the point where you're popular enough to sell your wedding photos to OK! Magazine then you don't need the money.