Some People Eat Eggs, I Wear Them.

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.

The British Don't Runaway From Terrorism. We Have Had 30-odd Years Of Terrorism In Our Own Country From The Irish Republican Army. We're Used To It.

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

Recovery Begins From The Darkest Moment.

Of Course There Are Regrets. I Shall Regret Always That I Found My Own Authentic Voice In Politics. I Was Too Conservative, Too Conventional. Too Safe, Too Often. Too Defensive. Too Reactive. Later, Too Often On The Back Foot.