It kind of depresses me when people decide to move away. I get it, you want your kids to have somewhere to roam free or to recreate whatever your sort of childhood ideal was, but my kids are grand. I love LA because lifestyle wise, it's near the beach and mountains and it is great for kids but then it's a city built on an industry that, at the end of the day, is kind of facile.

I'm a sheep when it comes to opinions; I will change my mind and jump on the bandwagon.

I always, always want to make people laugh. In every situation. Even when it's inappropriate.

Any big televised event that starts at the crack of dawn is worth getting up for. I've done it all my life: big boxing matches, royal weddings, even TV-A.M.'s inaugural episode was enjoyed in pyjamas in my house.

Stresses in a marriage and in family life, sometimes they're prompted by whatever is going on in the wider world as well as what's going on behind your door.

Personally, my twenties were a complete waste of time. Professionally, I hope some good came of them.

You feel you can pretend to be young until you're 50, but after that, what happens and how do you approach it?