There are members of the London press who seek to antagonise me, deliberately.

Deliberately seek opportunities for kindness, sympathy, and patience.

We are obliged to make a statement due to press speculation.

Myths grow all the time. If I was to listen to the number of times I've thrown teacups then we've gone through some crockery in this place. It's completely exaggerated, but I don't like people arguing back with me.

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent.

I don't like losing but I've mellowed. I maybe have a short fuse but it goes away quicker now.