A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

My dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!

There is nothing like a challenge to bring out the best in man.

There's a lot of fantasy about what Scotland is, and the shortbread tins and that sort of thing.

I've never really fancied Mexican food. A taco rather minds me of a puncture outfit.

I've always been hopeful about Scotland's prospects. And I now believe more than ever that Scotland is within touching distance of achieving independence and equality.

My boy, we are pilgrims in an unholy land.