Perfectly charming and at ease on stage, he's equally rambling and yakky in an interview.

The sun soon broke forth from that one dark cloud, gradually melting into light; and the sunbeams and the glittering rain went driving together through the forest glades—those long vistas, of which the slender deer seemed the sole habitants.

His plan to rid Trafalgar Square of pigeons by bringing in peregrine falcons to eat them was dismissed as not feasible.

If a fare paid him no more than what was on the clock, he'd shout out: If you can't afford cabs you should take the 'bus.