I’ve never bashed a union in my life.

The Conservatives played like England cricketers – too many rash strokes and run-outs, dropped catches and bowling anywhere but the stumps.

It’s good to remember the unburied dead and the uncollected rubbish. Most of it can now be seen on the Labour benches in the House of Commons.

I haven’t got a racist bone in my little finger.

Opinion polls are not worth the paper they are written on, in my view, through the conference season. They don’t settle down again until November.

I grew up in the 30s with an unemployed father. He didn’t riot; he got on his bike and looked for work and he kept looking ’til he found it.

I think that could be perhaps a little misleading and even our statistics can mislead people at the times though they are not misleading in themselves. It is just that people get mislead.

My dad didn’t riot. He got on his bike and looked for work.

Bad art was as good as good art. Grammar and spelling were no longer important. To be clean was no better than to be filthy. Good manners were no better than bad. Family life was derided as an outdated bourgeois concept. Criminals deserved as much sympathy as their victims. Many homes and classrooms became disorderly - if there was neither right nor wrong there could be no basis for punishment or reward. Violence and soft pornography became accepted in the media. Thus was sown the wind, and we are now reaping the whirlwind.

I haven't got a racist bone in my little finger.