Paul Furlong is my vintage Rolls Royce and he cost me nothing. We polish him, look after him, and I have him fine tuned by my mechanics. We take good care of him because we have to drive him every day, not just save him for weddings.
There was a spell in the second half when I took my heart off my sleeve and put it in my mouth.
The dietician is going to get rid of that when he comes in. Although, first, we've got to get a dietician.
I feel like a steaming cow-pat - or a car that's clocked up 400,000 miles in one journey.
I feel like I've been on EastEnders all my life and now I'm playing King Lear.
Apparently it’s my fault that the Titanic sank.
