I Think We Can Get Respect For

A Country Of Long Shadows On County Cricket Grounds, Warm Beer, Green Suburbs, Dog Lovers, And Old Maids Cycling To Holy Communion Through The Morning Mist.

Fifty Years From Now Britain Will Still Be The Country Of Long Shadows On County Grounds, Warm Beer, Invincible Green Suburbs, Dog Lovers And Pools Fillers And - As George Orwell Said - “old Maids Bicycling To Holy Communion Through The Morning Mist” And If We Get Our Way - Shakespeare Still Read Even In School.

My Mother Was The Center Of The Family.

Only In Britain Could It Be Thought A Defect To Be Too Clever By Half. The Probability Is That Too Many People Are Too Stupid By Three-quarters.

When Our Backs Are Against The Wall, We Must Turn Around And March Forward.