I'd Be Hard-pressed To Think Of Anybody

If You Covered A Broom Handle With Oil And Shoved It Up My Arse, Then Put Me On A Trampoline, In A Lift, I Could Write A Better Song On The Walls.

Idioms Are A Big Thing In Ireland. They Want To Fill The Time, To Show How Good They Are At Talk - It's A Talk-off

I Have A Very Low Level Of Recognition, Which Is Fine By Me.

I Think A Lot Of The Time You Just Parody Yourself.

Cooking? Oh We Were Great, You'd Take Anything And Melt Cheese On It, And The One Who Could Guess What It Was Didn't Have To Wash Up!