Life is full of surprises.
I'm not about to write my memoirs. Not for a long time.
I am walking over hot coals suspended over a deep pit at the bottom of which are a large number of vipers baring their fangs.
You don't forget crises and neither does the Queen.
Some people eat eggs, I wear them.
I am not running as Son of Margaret Thatcher. I have my own priorities and my own programmes.