It was a stellar performance. I may as well give up now and make way for an older man.

Look the point is ... er, what is the point? It is a tough job but somebody has got to do it.

There is absolutely no one, apart from yourself, who can prevent you, in the middle of the night, from sneaking down to tidy up the edges of that hunk of chees…

He's lost the plot, people tell me. He's drifting rudderless in the wide Sargasso Sea of New Labour's ideological vacuum.