Sometimes it worries me. I feel something's got to give. I know what Harry Secombe meant when he said he's worried that one day the phone will ring and a mystic voice will say, 'Thank you, Mr Secombe. Now can we have it all back?'

My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn't take it out of my garden.

We had not had time to establish ourselves as a double act before Ernie joined the Merchant Navy. I teamed up with the brother of the late Dave Morris.

Ralph looked down at 10 pounds of extra him that wasn't there last Christmas. In five months he had put on all this weight.

I am playing all the right notes, but not necessarily in the right order.

I never saw him blow a sketch. But he was quite self-contained. It was hard to write collaboratively with him. You'd write a piece and he would change it to what he knew he could do brilliantly. He was modest, never ambitious or pushy, but he knew what he did well.