Airports drive me mad. I don't mind the flying; it's all the hassle before you get on the plane and afterwards, including walking five miles through corridors to the point where you queue for ages to check passports and hope your luggage has arrived safely.

You don't have the hassle of getting to the airport.

Running through airports with pounds of luggage - that's a good workout.

I certainly wouldn't have a facelift or a nip and tuck; that fills me with horror.

I think one of the reasons all the comics I worked with dropped off the log so early, and a lot of them did - Tony Hancock, Frankie, Sid James, it's dreadful really - was the stress. You can only be as good or better than the last show, and there's the permanent aggro of hoping you get the right writers and the right material.

I like my iPad very much. I like to browse online shops and keep up to date with the world, so I carry it with me a lot.