My big toe alone is the size of Yorkshire.

Androgynous fashion, long hair, the Pill, a new interest in the inner psychological life - an unabashed sloppiness, if you will - really marks the sixties. It was when Britain went girlie. And what do girls do? Girls shop.

The truth is, "What is a journalist?" is one of those questions for which there is no proper answer. The prehistory of modern journalism shows it has been a ragged and confusing trade all the way through.

Journalism is often simply the industrialisation of gossip.

Rude interviewers are ten a penny, and politicians have long since learned how to cope.

History is either a moral argument with lessons for the here-and-now, or it is merely an accumulation of pointless facts.

Journalism is nine-tenths being in the right places at the right time.