When, In 1966, I Progressed To The

At Cambridge, You Have To Kiss The Vice-chancellor's Fingers. But I Missed Out On That, 'cause I Was Doing A Matinee. I Don't Want To Kiss A Strange Man's Fingers Anyway.

Nobody Gets Irony Anymore, As We Are Now Living In The Post-ironic Age. Once George Bush Gets A Library, Our Irony Is Dead.

Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Will Make Me Go In A Corner And Cry By Myself For Hours.

I Try To Not To Be A Celebrity As Much As Possible.

I Think Comedy's Often The Little And The Large, Isn't It?