I Had A Happy Childhood.

We Should Confine Booing In Sports Arenas To Sport. I Love A Good Boo As Much As The Next Football Fan.

So Here Is One Of My Theories On Happiness: We Cannot Know If We Have Lived A Truly Happy Life Until The Very End. This View Of Life And Death Was Reinforced By My Close Witnessing Of The Buildup To The Death Of Philip Gould. Philip Was Without Doubt My Closest Friend In Politics. When He Died, I Felt Like I Had Lost A Limb.

I'm Certainly Driven, I Hate Losing, I Can Be Ruthless And Short-tempered And Terribly Competitive.

The Bad News For Journalists Today Is That The Media, However Seriously People Who Are In The Public Eye Take It, Is Not Taken As Seriously As It Once Was - By The Public.

My Aunty Says I'm The Double Of My Father. He Was A Workaholic, Which I've Definitely Inherited. And Like Me, He Could Be The Life And Soul Of The Party, But Also Quite Withdrawn.