As I started to turn round a guy tipped a bucket of farmyard muck over me and then threw the rest of it over me and the car.

I have said I will not work with the parliamentary party in Strasbourg again but of course I will continue to be a member of UKIP.

One guy shot, and another guy tipped it out to another dude who missed it at the buzzer. I was not thinking about Holy Cross. I was thinking about hustling on defense and the fact we won the game.

Tom runs a very tight ship. You do not turn up late and you don't muck around - he's strict with himself and everyone he works with.

This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

Turn round, my boy! How ridiculous you look! What sort of a priest's cassock have you got on? Does everybody at the academy dress like that?