The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP, they have run out of better ideas.

I have as much chance of becoming Prime Minister as of being decapitated by a frisbee or of finding Elvis.

The Lib Dems are not just empty. They are a void within a vacuum surrounded by a vast inanition.

I forgot that to rely on a train, in Blair's Britain, is to engage in a crapshoot with the devil.