We don’t deliberately set out to offend. Unless we feel it’s justified.

Death can really absorb a person. Lik most people, I would find it pleasant not to have to go, but you just accept that it’s more or less inevitable.

I’m afraid I’m not personally qualified to confuse cats.

Health care does not worry me a great deal. I’ve been impressed by some wonderful old people.

McGough: I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’ve caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don’t worry, sir – I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time...

Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed – that’s me, love.

I mean, if I went ’round saying I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!

Oh Lord please don’t burn us don’t kill or toast your flock. Don’t put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don’t bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok.

One thing for sure – a sheep is not a creature of the air.

Kilimanjaro is a pretty tricky climb you know, most of it’s up until you reach the very very top, and then it tends to slope away rather sharply.