I warn you not to fall ill, I warn you not to get old.

The trouble with the Socialist Workers Party is that they live in an historical thermos-flask.

The unforgivable political sin is vanity, the killer diet is sour grapes.

I want to retire at 50. I want to play cricket in the summer and geriatric football in the winter, and sing in the choir.

I warn you not to fall ill, I warn you not to get old.

Is Tony Blair of the Labour party? The answer to that is profoundly 'yes', but that is not how, sentimentally, he is regarded in the Labour movement generally.

Two negatives don't make a positive, any more than two half-wits make a wit.