It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

Why did I desert Labour? Total bloody disillusionment. The party was a corpse. It had no ideology, it became detached, old, spineless and needed to go.

A desk is a dangerous place from which to view the world.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous.

But there is a big difference in working for the West and working for a totalitarian state.

Give a man a car of his own and he leaves humility and common sense behind him in the garage.

After all, if you make your enemy look like a fool, you lose the justification for engaging him.