You Call That Statesmanship. I Call It

I Know That The Right Kind Of Political Leader For The Labour Party Is A Desiccated Calculating Machine.

He Seems Determined To Make A Trumpet Sound Like A Tin Whistle.

This Island Is Made Mainly Of Coal And Surrounded By Fish. Only An Organizing Genius Could Produce A Shortage Of Coal And Fish At The Same Time.

You Don't Have To Gaze Into A Crystal Ball When You Can Read An Open Book.

We Could Manage To Survive Without Money Changers And Stockbrokers. We Should Find It Harder To Do Without Miners, Steel Workers And Those Who Cultivate The Land.