I like the idea that I can talk to any teenage girls. You know, in a language that makes sense to them.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?

Everyone is so obsessed with themselves nowadays that they have no time for me.

Love is a many trousered thing.

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

I don't want to be rude to the afflicted but Uncle Eddie is bald in a way which is the baldest I have ever seen.

Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, that's got a nice ring to it.