The comedian repeated the line on Newsnight, which not for the first time mistook a scrap between two well-known blokes for a grown-up political debate.
Their half-sketch show, half-sitcom format, in which the trio play an agency of three bicycling blokes for hire to do "anything, anytime", are like Warner Bros cartoons made flesh.
A woman with a camera captures something that we are not often privileged to see: that the larrikins and the blokes, for all their teasing and macho posturing, between them there is also tenderness and affection, there is also love.
There was the launch of Radio X, a station designed by blokes for blokes, which has sprayed Lynx Fever all over the airwaves and given Chris Moyles and Johnny Vaughan new banter vehicles, which, I imagine, have spinning alloys and extra-loud exhausts that you can hear from three streets away.
After pressing him on what exactly he meant by "extra-curricular activities," Rob explained: "Sometimes we will stand over blokes for their shit.
