Your dreams should never be better than your real life

It's weird how me and that insect are miles apart in terms of lifestyle, yet we both like a biscuit.

It's not easy keeping a diary. You have to be pretty committed.

We've had the Iron Age, the Stone Age, this is the pissin' about age.

So you're sayin that it's easy to send somat up to space, but you don't believe there's a little banana machine?

People eat duck and you think, well, we've got loads of chickens, leave the ducks alone!

People always tell me I'm going to regret not having kids. But what if I have one and then I regret having it? Has anyone thought of that option?