I Was Quite Able At The Insignificant

It's The Oldest Question Of All, George. Who Can Spy On The Spies?

By The Age Of 9 Or 10, I Knew That I Had To Cut My Own Cloth And Make My Own Way.

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.

History Keeps Her Secrets Longer Than Most Of Us. But She Has One Secret That I Will Reveal To You Tonight In The Greatest Confidence. Sometimes There Are No Winners At All. And Sometimes Nobody Needs To Lose.

Unfortunately It Is The Weak Who Destroy The Strong.