We're leaving the House to people who either were born with a silver spoon in their mouth... or couldn't get better jobs in the first place.

Frankly, I was born with a silver spoon.

I did not grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth.

To be born in Wales, not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but, with music in your blood and with poetry in your soul, is a privilege indeed.

There is no disgrace in working. There was no silver spoon around at the time I was born.

I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!