She was gorgeous and very, very funny - not just joke funny. She was a genuine eccentric.

Like all the good comics, he was a perfectionist - he wouldn't settle for anything less.

If you watch him in Porridge and Open All Hours you can't believe it's the same person.

It was like an Agatha Christie thriller, trying to work out who this man was.

Everything's a competition, no matter what we do. We could go outside and walk and see who walks the fastest. I don't like losing, and he don't like losing.

Why does it take two days for a polaroid of John Major to appear?