It is exhausting knowing that most of the time the phone rings, most of the time there's an email, most of the time there's a letter, someone wants something of you.

It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue.

I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.

A love letter is to be savored; a love email... is to be forwarded to all your friends, and probably laughed at.

As someone who worked hard for a Labour victory in the 90s, do I regret it? Not really. It was bound to happen. And it'll happen with the next government, and the one after it. Because all governments serve us. They serve the filth.

I don't need you to remind me of my age. I have a bladder to do that for me.