Try As I Might, I Could Not

It Is Just Flipping Unbelievable. He Is A Mixture Of Harry Houdini And A Greased Piglet. He Is Barely Human In His Elusiveness. Nailing Blair Is Like Trying To Pin Jelly To A Wall.

All The People I Talk To, Increasingly, Can See That The Emperor Has Got No Clothes. The Case For Leaving [the Eu] Is Now Overwhelming.

The Geiger-counter Of Olympomania Is Going To Go Zoink Off The Scale.

My Point Is That This Potter Business Has Legs. It Will Run And Run, And We Must Be Utterly Mad, As A Country, To Leave It To The Americans To Make Money From A Great British Invention. I Appeal To The Children Of This Country And To Their Potter-fiend Parents To Write To Warner Bros And Universal, And Perhaps, Even, To The Great J K Herself. Bring Harry Home To Britain-and If You Want A Site With Less Rainfall Than Rome, With Excellent Public Transport, And Strong Connections To Harry Potter, I Have Just The Place.

I Would Ban Sweets From School - But This Pressure To Bring In Healthy Food Is Too Much.