My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars, or my being reincarnated as an olive.

This is a super masticated subject, and it is time to spit it out.

The job of mayor of London is unbelievably taxing, particularly in the run-up to the Olympics.

Some people think that it [Brexit] is the end of the world. It's not. On the contrary, it's a massive opportunity for this country.

Nothing excites compassion, in friend and foe alike, as much as the sight of you ker-splonked on the Tarmac with your propeller buried six feet under.

The next Tory leader would have to unify his party and ensure that Britain stood tall in the world.

I have as much chance of becoming Prime Minister as of being decapitated by a frisbee or of finding Elvis.