Thank you?

Genuinely no idea. I'm partial to a good home-made lasagne, but a veggie one, oddly enough.

The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler. Amazing, iconic noir novel, imitated endlessly since it was written.

Nice enough, a little self-involved perhaps but sweet with it, and pretty genuine.

Nope - I believe that we are what we are, flesh, bones, blood and dreams. And that's what's so exciting - there's no masterplan, no spiritual puppetmaster, and no second chances.

My good lady girlfriend woman, of course!

I'll have you know I'm a happily taken man with way more sense than to answer that :-) Oh, ok, fine, you want me to say you, right? haha

PS3 all the way, I've never forgiven the Xbox for the massive chunky pads first time around.

H2G2. Sorry for the loooong wait to reply, I forgot this thing existed!

I'm sure it does, but it doesn't like to go on about it because bears are classy creatures who prefer wit and punnery to scatalogical humour. Snobs.

I'm 6'1-6'2-ish, which admittedly isn't freakishly tall, but I'm pretty narrow so it enhances the effect somewhat.

I'd have to pick someone who could really capture what I'm about, and what it means to be me. With that in mind, can I not pick me to play me? I'd be a great 'Me', and I'd come quite cheap too.

If not, Michael Sheen - he plays everyone else, he might as well ad Marsh to his repertoire.

Yes! Absolutely. Although quite what a professional skeptic would entail I'm not sure. That is to say, I don't know where the margin is in being skeptical for a living.

This is the real shame, really, and the real insult when people accuse me/us of being in the pocket of Big Pharma - nobody's making coin from skepticism. If we wanted to make money, we'd become homeopaths, or psychics, or start multi-level-marketing schemes. People will pay money to be lied to, and they'll pay nothing to have those lies exposed. C'est la vie, unfortunately.

But given the choice, there's nothing I'd like more than to go full time in the pursuit of critical thinking, activism and other related actions. I lack time way more than I lack good ideas, unfortunately...

Good question! First of all, say goodbye to a fair chunk of your spare time. If you're looking to set up so you can be the head of a group, step away from the ego - it can be a lot of work if you want to do it well!

I'd say start small, don't look to get Ben Goldacre on day 1, before you know there's a demand. Create a group on Facebook, put an ad on Meetup. Maybe look for other skeptical groups in nearby cities, pop along to a meeting and see if anybody there is from your area. Contact SitP organisers - between us all we've a good network of contacts, websites, groups and mailing lists we can use to get you off the ground. Don't be afraid to ask any of us for help - we're all very nice, honest.

On top of that, start looking to arrange a social, just a group in the pub. Then pimp the arse off it. You might get 5 people the first time, don't lose heart! The Merseyside Skeptics Society's 2nd meeting (April 2009) had 5 turn up. Now we clear 50 for a good speaker, and 100 for a great speaker.

There's a lot of energy among the skeptical community, and there's a lot of places for people to help out - roll up your sleeves, see what skills you have to offer, and get involved, really! And never be scared to ask for advice. I think that sums it up!

Trystan's pants are likely about 3 or 4 sizes too small for me, as I'm a rather narrow gentleman, waist-wise, so I think I shall make do with my own pants for the time being.

I think weird is a weird looking word. It's the ei in the middle, it looks untrustworthy. ei. ei. ei ei o. It's Old McDonald. I blame Big Farmer.

Good question, given that I do love ducks more than any other animal.

I'd use a combination of factors, really. Firstly, we all know Jesus can walk on water, and that ducks also like water, so I'd keep my secret duck garden in a bubble under the sea - hey presto, no Jesus access.

Then, to be doubly sure, I'll add a time-delayed entry system, like they have in bank vaults, where you can only get in on a Saturday. As we all know, Jesus is dead from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning, so he'd not be able to get in.

Finally, I'd make sure the garden was built on an ancient Indian burial ground. For kicks.

The fail whale is indeed Trystan's Whale. After the infamous tank breakage incident, Trystan sent him out to earn a crust.

He's actually really polite and sweet, the whale, when you talk to him, although it can be hard to get past that speech impediment. Still, it's not his fault, he's missing an alveolar ridge.

Oooh, tricky question! For daft jokes and top notch swearing, Skeptics with a K; but for tackling woos head on it has to be RI.

Yes! I'm actually the hamster in the wheel that runs Twitter - sorry, I was taking a breather.