The Only Reason I Wouldn't Go To

Nothing Excites Compassion, In Friend And Foe Alike, As Much As The Sight Of You Ker-splonked On The Tarmac With Your Propeller Buried Six Feet Under.

You Know, Sometimes I Don't Understand What's Wrong With Us. This Is Just About The Most Creative And Imaginative Country On Earth—and Yet Sometimes We Just Don't Seem To Have The Gumption To Exploit Our Intellectual Property. We Split The Atom, And Now We Have To Get French Or Korean Scientists To Help Us Build Nuclear Power Stations. We Perfected The Finest Cars On Earth—and Now Rolls-royce Is In The Hands Of The Germans. Whatever We Invent, From The Jet Engine To The Internet, We Find That Someone Else Carts It Off And Makes A Killing From It Elsewhere.

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.

I Am Hoping Very Much To Get Re-elected But It Is Going To Be A Tough Fight.

The Job Of Mayor Of London Is Unbelievably Taxing, Particularly In The Run-up To The Olympics.