My purist comedy friends accuse me of being a Jack of all trades and master of none.

I find it hard to get enthusiastic about hotels because, as a touring comic, I spend a lot of time in them.

I became hugely overweight and then hated myself because it was a form of self-abuse, something over which I had no control. I think the thing compulsive over-eaters want to achieve is that stuffed-full Christmas afternoon feeling.

I find myself by default an atheist but fairly unhappily so. It would be bloody marvelous if there was a god.

I realised that to compare your insides with other people's outsides leads to unhappiness.

If you go on stage with an agenda, you have to accept not everyone's going to agree with it.

I'm more pompous and self-assured and determined that if - you know - if the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.