I love acting, but it's all just a bonus.
The other day someone left a piece of plasticine in my dressing room. I didn't know what to make of it.
One-armed butlers, they can take it but they can't dish it out
So I fancied a game of darts with my mate. He said, 'Nearest the bull goes first.' He went 'Baah' and I went 'Moo'. He said 'You're closest.'
So I went to the Chinese restaurant and this duck came up to me with a red.
As you get older you're told to be sensible, but it's important for writing if you're a comic that you're able to still access that childlike thing.