“I dont drive around London much.”

I see myself as a comic but the acting helps sell tickets for gigs.

I’m more inclined to linger in the science pages of ‘The Week’ magazine.

The thing I’d really like to see is the old London Bridge, with all the old buildings around it like Shakespeare’s Globe.

The principle that light can be in two places at the same time is absolutely extraordinary.

A foolproof plan for not getting a job.

Any journey around Islington involves hundreds of speed bumps that seem to tear the bottom of your car off.

Show up for your interview wearing flip flops.

I don’t want to moan about being recognised but I do get a bit of grief sometimes.

There’s a lot to do when you’re a kid – spiders to catch, girls to poke in the eye – stuff to be getting on with.

I like pubs too, but it’s hard for me to go and get proper bladdered in the way I used to.

I’m quite a curious person. I don’t mind being the one who doesn’t know things, a role I often play in QI.

I’d like to walk along that. Don’t worry, I won’t get drunk and fall in.

But my principle obsessions are still watching sitcoms and football.

A bambiraptor is a savage baby dear.

I liked the idea of all of humanity fitting inside a sugar cube because more than 99.9% of matter is space.

I’m not a great shopper but I do buy a lot of books. I’m the publishers’ friend – I buy a hundred books a year and read four.

I moved around a lot as a kid, and when you’re always entering new places at that age,

Touring is a rough thing. You don’t have any time to look around or stop and think if what you’re doing is making you happy.

It’s rare in life to look at all the people around you and realize that they’re all invested in what you’re doing.

I’ve been kind of toying around with the bi thing in my head. I wouldn’t ever give myself the label ‘bisexual,’ but bi-curious? Yea.

You have a career, the reason why we’re still around 10 years is that we do have successful songs.

It’s something I’ve always kicked around, not doing the eBook but the Rich Man, Poor Man thing.

Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise the rebel spirit surging in my veins, let the Law deal me penalties and pains And make me hideous in my neighbours’ eyes.

Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you?