Who knows what hellish future lies ahead? ... Actually, I do. I've seen the rehearsals.
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Sadly, I cant avoid being 75. Like many people of my age, we are all heading towards the grim reaper, and I am clinging on. I just to have to sharpen my fingernails a little so that I can hang on for longer!
But they're laughing at you. They're not laughing with you.
There's not enough silliness in the world. Eurovision helps to keep it balanced.
Jamie Oliver's lunch is soup, half a papaya with lime, ciabatta with mozzarella and prosciutto. The dear boy is not sharing the same planet as the rest of us. Is this lunacy supposed to be a practical suggestion for a harassed housewife trying to drag her children off to school?