I've got this brilliant thing where I go, 'I'm Robbie Williams', and people are interested in what I want to say - which is amazing because I'm just an idiot from Stoke-on-Trent.
According to your medical checkup, you are dead.
The tiny Lilliputians surmise that Gulliver's watch may be his god, because it is that which, he admits, he seldom does anything without consulting.
You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels. ' But you can't.
I am not bald - my head is just a solar panel for a sex machine.
The world is beating a path to our door