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 cheese at the back of the fridge.

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

My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars, or my being reincarnated as an olive.

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