I spent many years laughing at Harry Secombe's singing until somebody told me that it wasn't a joke.

And God said, 'Let there be light' and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected.

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

The process of elimination, combined with a modicum of common sense, will always assist us to arrive at the correct conclusion with the maximum of possible accuracy and the minimum of hard labor. Which being translated means: I guessed it.

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.