I draw hundreds and hundreds of pictures of sort of gnarly looking men, so I don't know what that tells you. People who look like... they're waiting for a sandwich that's never going to come. I don't know what's wrong with me.
People will kill you over time, and how they'll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like 'be realistic.'
I quite fancy the 1940s. I like the trams and the trousers.
We are both drawn to surreal situations so the writing was a joy.
I'm Irish, yeah, but I don't need to get up on a soapbox about it.
The trend now is to get away from stage bound sitcoms.
