Life Has A Very Simple Plot: First

I Didn't Want To Be Big Mr. Ego Walking Around.

John Cleese Once Told Me He'd Do Anything For Money. So I Offered Him A Pound To Shut Up, And He Took It.

I Used To Have A House In London, But Couldn't Face 20 More Years Of St John's Wood In The Rain.

Even If You've Written Something For Print, I Think It's Good To Try [it] Out On Someone Because It Changes. You Can Think It's Hilarious And They Can Tell You It's Not.

When, In 1966, I Progressed To The Frost Report, I Was Paid Ten Guineas A Minute. I Was Guaranteed Three Minutes A Week, So This Was Good Money.