Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.

I cannot understand it, after all I am only a very ordinary sort of fellow.

Data is what distinguishes the dilettante from the artist

Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.

No more coals to Newcastle, no more Hoares to Paris.

I may be uninspiring, but I'll be damned if I'm alien.

Dialogue is character and character is plot.