My life really has been one long extravaganza.
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.
Bed is the perfect climate.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
Labour leaders lead us all, though we know they bleed us all. Cheer our new Decline and Fall, Gibbon might have dreamed it all.
Fifty-four years of love and tenderness and crossness and devotion and unswerving loyalty. Without her I could have achieved a quarter of what I have achieved, not only in terms of success and career, but in terms of personal happiness.