No more coals to Newcastle, no more Hoares to Paris.
I cannot understand it, after all I am only a very ordinary sort of fellow.
I may be uninspiring, but I'll be damned if I'm alien.
Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.
I thought men like that shot themselves.
If you do not seek to publish what you have written, then you are not a writer and you never will be.