Cady: You know I couldn't invite you. I had to pretend to be plastic. Janis: Hey, buddy, you're not pretending anymore. You're plastic. Cold, shiny, hard plastic.

When all intelligent influences and organizations are working as never before to obtain the biggest possible product from the soil, does it not seem slackery of the worst sort for any one who has, or can get a patch of tillable soil, or can manage to squeeze out a half hour, morning or evening, for seeding or weeding, to neglect the opportunity to serve.

Alastair Campbell described lastminutitis at conference, with Tony Blair storming around shouting “Where’s the fucking speech?”

He pulled a cheque-book from his pocket, and drew for two hundred thousand pounds. “I'll take it short,” he said […]