In 1904, 20 per cent of journeys were made by bicycle in London. I want to see a figure like that again. If you can’t turn the clock back to 1904, what’s the point of being a Conservative?
I stress – I don’t believe that economic equality is possible; indeed some measure of inequality is essential for the spirit of envy and keeping up with the Joneses that is, like greed, a valuable spur to economic activity.
Volunteering is also now more crucial than ever in helping people find work.
Do you seriously propose that they are going to be so insane as to allow tariffs to be imposed. The EU is, I’m afraid a job destroying engine. You can see it all across southern Europe, you can see it, alas, in our country.
The meat in the sausage has got to be Conservative.
I love tennis with a passion. I challenged Boris Becker to a match once and he said he was up for it but he never called back. I bet I could make him run around.
I am supporting David Cameron purely out of cynical self-interest.
It is possible to have a pretty good life and career being a leech and a parasite in the media world, gadding about from TV studio to TV studio, writing inconsequential pieces and having a good time.
My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars, or my being reincarnated as an olive.
The job of mayor of London is unbelievably taxing, particularly in the run-up to the Olympics.
Never in my life did I think I would be congratulated by Mick Jagger for achieving anything.
It is just flipping unbelievable. He is a mixture of Harry Houdini and a greased piglet. He is barely human in his elusiveness. Nailing Blair is like trying to pin jelly to a wall.
Since January 1993 there have been 27 other countries not in the EU that have done better than the UK at exporting goods into the single market.
So I’m definitely in favour of stimulating the dynamic wealth creation sectors of the economy.
Nothing excites compassion, in friend and foe alike, as much as the sight of you ker-splonked on the Tarmac with your propeller buried six feet under.
I want London to be a competitive, dynamic place to come to work.
We should celebrate immigrants and everything they do for our country.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run out of better ideas.
I think I was once given cocaine but I sneezed so it didn’t go up my nose. In fact, it may have been icing sugar.
I have not been more robust towards female rather than male assembly members and I do not believe I have been remotely sexist.