The Junk Food Of Political Journalism...all Reshuffle

There Is Something In Me That Makes Me See Things Through.

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 And Like Me, He Could Be The Life And Soul Of The Party, But Also Quite Withdrawn.

For All That The Papers Would Say I Was A Liar, I Took The Words I Was Saying At Briefings As Seriously As Tony Blair Took What He Would Say At The Despatch Box. I Find It Very Difficult Not To Tell The Truth. I Felt I Was Accountable For What I Said.

The Thing About Politicians In Britain Is That They Are Out There, You Can Lobby Them, Get Close To Them, There Are Loads Of Ways You Can Protest Against Them, And Booing Is A Pretty Weak Way Of Doing It.

This May Sound Arrogant, But I Believe That If We'd Done Teamship Better, We'd Still Be There. Where We Fell Down Was The Inability To Hold Together. We Should Have Learnt From The Great Football Teams. The Players May Not Like Each Other. They Have Egos, They Have Their Own Ambitions, They Have Different Personalities, But They Are Still Bloody Good Teams.