The Thing About Politicians In Britain Is

My Dad, Donald, Was A Vet And Had A Practice In Yorkshire. Cats And Dogs Were His Bread And Butter, But His Greatest Love Was Large Animals.

The Day Of The Daredevil Reporter Who Refuses To See Obstacles To Getting The Truth, And Seeing It With His Or Her Own Eyes, Seems To Have Died.

May I Share With You My Earliest Memory Of A Political Row? It Was With My Mother, About The Queen - Classic Freudian Stuff, Shrinks Would Say. I Was Eight, And Refusing To Watch The Queen's Christmas Day Broadcast.

I Feel Like Thanking Paul Dacre Every Time, Because The Reason They Ask Me Is Because They Think I've Come Through The Other End With A Pretty Good Reputation. Loads Of People Get A Bad Press But Have A Good Reputation. [david] Beckham - Think What He Went Through. [bill] Clinton, Likewise. You Just Have To Be True To Yourself.

What Concerns Me Is That The Independent Is Going, And There Are Job Cuts At The Guardian, But The Wretched Daily Mail Is Still Rampant, Making Lots Of Money By Millions Of People Clicking On Pictures Of Cellulited Women. I Think That's Sad.