Well he doesn't make me laugh. I think I've got a fair sense of humour but I can't really see it in him. I've listened to his show on the radio on a Saturday morning and that's a load of mince as well.

This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped and pretended like it didn't happen.

The regular guy still relates to him and Howard is a $500 million guy now who dates a model and drives about in a limo all day. But Howard still knows how to make a plumber laugh and those guys still have him on in the morning because he is a real talent.

I wake up laughing. Yes I wake up in the morning and there I am just laughing my head off.

I never laugh or smile when I am writing. When I come home for lunch after writing all morning my wife says I look like I just came home from a funeral. This is not bragging. This is an illness.

It is not time for mirth and laughter the cold gray dawn of the morning after.

I'm always in bed by 11 or 12 and people laugh all the time - they want me to hang out until two in the morning but n-n-no I need my nine hours.

My children are the reason I laugh smile and want to get up every morning.

This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me.

I still think of that guy I was without a wife or kids and I still want to entertain that guy. The lonely guy the frustrated guy the guy with no money - this is the guy who needs to laugh.