I avoid any kind of organised trips as that's one of my bugbears.

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

I always feel like an interloper when I do serious drama. It's my own paranoia.

Health-wise, I couldn't have said what my life expectancy would've been if I'd just carried on doing solid blocks of stand-up.

I struggle as a writer, and I'm convinced that if I was at school now, I'd be termed as having ADS. Two minutes and I'm drifting.

I've got my finger in a lot of pies.

It is easy for me to love myself, but for ladies to do it is another question altogether.