I don't like it when people lie about their age.
It's often the guests you don't expect to be interesting who are the best. On 'Light Lunch,' I remember a guest called Ivor Spencer. He was the Royal Toastmaster and he was great, a real good-time guy.
We love live because of the roughness round the edges, the excitement, the madness, and stuff going off on all sorts of weird tangents. It's like hosting a jolly in your house. We're welcoming people in and giving them snacks.
We would pay for our own shows, we would put them on, we did everything ourselves, so I've always totally loved being on a stage in front of an audience, that is where I feel most happy really.
There is a baked item in the show, I'm there.
I'm completely recipe-bound. Everything has to be prepped and laid out in separate bowls with a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I've no flair.
You can't hurry a loaf of bread. You have to wait for it to prove and rise.
I'm not on Twitter because I'm worried I'd be really dull, which would be tragic for someone who's supposed to be funny.
There is surely a finite amount of European baked goods, isn't there?