I can tell you I'm pretty middle-class.

So what I did was stuff my face with anything around, any old rubbish, burgers, chocolate, crisps, fish and chips, loads of it, till I felt sick - but at least I'd had the pleasure of stuffing my face and feeling really full.

In the north east, there, they have had quite a bit of government offices moving in. It's not a new policy.

When I see that man on the telly - 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' No! I'm definitely not! I find most of it quite offensive!

The only break I ever took was to eat. That's all I did. Work, and then quickly eat something. It became my main pleasure, having access to my comfort food.

I have only been seeking to get them to the negotiating table and, thank God, that's where they are.

My department is not too big for one man, because I'm Superman.