I Didn't Want To Be Big Mr.

My Father, Who Was A Sergeant In The Raf During The Second World War, Was Killed In A Hitchhiking Accident While Returning Home On Compassionate Leave. As A Result, My Mother Had To Get Work, As A Nurse, And At Seven The Raf Put Me Into A Boarding School And Ex-orphanage Called The Royal Wolverhampton School.

The Dreadful Thing About Getting Older Is You Cry At The Drop Of A Hat.

I Don't Like Animation. I Hate Animation, Actually.

I Will Jump On Anybody's Private Plane At The Drop Of A Hat. I'm An Old-fashioned Lower-middle-class Boy.

You Could Feel The Place Going Crazy Because We Hadn't Been On Stage Together For Maybe 35 Years And The Audience Could Just Feel Us In The Darkness Come On And They Went Nuts. It Made The Little Hairs Stand Up On The Back Of My Neck And We Sang Sit On My Face, Which I Thought Was Wonderfully Appropriate For George's Memorial, And Then We Bowed And We Showed Our Bare Asses.