Arthur

There's nothing I love more than crawling out of bed and into a movie theatre on a Sunday in the company of my favourite people. While my Sunday involved my groaning as I begrudgingly climbed out of bed at half past seven on Easter Sunday to get to a set, I did manage to catch the remake of the 1981 film, Arthur starring Dudley Moore. Maybe it was his endearing accent, or his skinny ass in quirky outfits, but unlike film critics, I found the film absolutely hilarious.

Sure, it was predictable and clichéd. But it was also, all the right kinds of offensive - basically, the types I crack: jokes that, if you didn't know me, you'd probably think I was a racist, xenophobic supremacist. I assure you, I am neither racist, nor am I a xenophobe. I just think I'm really funny.

Just like Arthur. 'Cept I won't get $950million if I married a woman who ride horses.

I don't trust horses. Their shoes are permanent. Who makes that kind of commitment to a shoe? - Arthur, 2011