Actually, I vote Labour, but my butler's a Tory.
My mother said, Don't worry abot what people think now. Think about whether your children and grandchildren will think you've done well.
My trophy value exceeded my military usefulness.
I suppose you can say I became an odd-job man.
I can't think of a more wonderful thanksgiving for the life I've had than that everyone should be jolly at my funeral.
What do you do if you are asked to do a job, first by the Prime Minister, and then by the King? How can you refuse?