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

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

No one wants life to end. It was bad enough when my last tour came to an end.

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.

Catholicism has the clerical equivalent to a nut allergy - even a small exposure to change, and the whole thing will go into anaphylactic shock.

I spend my jollity on stage, so there is less in my own life.

There are a lot of comics at the top end making staggering amounts of money and selling out stadiums. I think stand-up is a more intimate thing than that. Maybe because of the kind of comedy I do. It's like a discussion, but I'm the one with the microphone.