All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I`m relatively available, but not to live with.
The people I want are very famous and very rich, and all I can offer them is a bit of exposure on TV and a bit of cash, so it`s a miracle we get any guests at all. But we have been very lucky.
Basically, I`m a really bad interviewer. I love meeting celebrities, but then I get a bit bored. Once you meet them you thing, `really, what an ordinary person`.
My mobile rang around lunchtime one day, and it was George Michael. He wanted to come in on Friday. We were like, `okay, if that`s what you want`. And he was a very good guest. That`s a real exception to the rule.
The only people who are desperate to go on the show are people we`re desperate not to have on the show.
I was a failed actor but I still wanted to show off, so I ended up doing live comedy.
We supply wine to all the guests - but most of the guests don`t bring the wine on. But I drink wine before the show. Everyone does.
In terms of language, yeah we get bleeped and blurred and things, but in terms of content, I would probably say we`re getting away with more here than we could get away with in Britain. And that surprised us so much!
I don`t think I`ve got bad taste. I`ve got no taste.
I bet Maurice Gibb`s heart monitor was singing the tune of Stayin` Alive.
My ambition was to stop waiting tables. That was how I measured success: finally, I was able to stop waiting tables, and I was able to pay the rent, and that was by being a stand-up comic. Not a very good stand-up comic, but good enough to make a living.