I remember queuing around the block in Sheffield when I was growing up. At that time, going to the cinema was really something special - there was something about the style of the real thing that is immeasurable nicer than multiplexes.

As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence.

You can't get a suit of armour and a rubber chicken just like that. You have to plan ahead.

When in doubt, resort to animation.

If atheists are deaf to the word of God, then theists are blind to the ways of man.

Please don't ask which I enjoy more - acting or hosting - because I love them equally.

One of the difficult things of so much travelling is to say goodbye.