sweet but lightweight and very little substance.

He's like bloody Ustinov, isn't he?

It's such an old joke. Can you please just get out?

Can you both fucking get out the studio now?!

You and fucking Rupert Brooke, just out!

on a health and safety away day

where they taught me how to carry a cup of coffee.

This is exactly what I mean.

That makes no sense. That's nonsense

and we need to say no to the nanny state, boo to nanny,

and claw back some personal responsibility in the name of common sense.

Hang on, we need to say "boo to nanny"?

Yeah, it's just a...a...play on...

Jools Holland's Hootenanny.

I...I...didn't write it.

It's, er...but, er...

Hey, nanny, no. Right.

- Oh, hello, nice dinner? - Fuck off, Bagpuss.

God, your hands are massive!

It's already won a few major awards...

Glenn? Sorry, mate.

Calling you in from your love nest by the orders of Pol Potty-mouth.

No, no, fine, I'm coming, I'm coming. I am coming.

of saying that to somebody else, only in a slightly higher voice.

Can I just pause there to read out some texts on piercings?

"Dear Richard, my friend's daughter got piercings all round her mouth.

"She looks like she worked in a ball-bearings factory and there was an explosion

"and all the shrapnel got embedded in her face.

"I don't like it."

- Hey, that was quick. Did you tell him? - Kind of. He's getting the message.

know what you saw in him.

You told me all the time how much you hated him.

That was one of the main reasons I went out with him so long. Are you splitting up with Ollie?

Sorry, can you hear all right over there?

I can pop into the studio and get some microphones so you can get all the details.

think that's a really good idea.