I Think I'm Highly Loveable.

May I Share With You My Earliest Memory Of A Political Row? It Was With My Mother, About The Queen - Classic Freudian Stuff, Shrinks Would Say. I Was Eight, And Refusing To Watch The Queen's Christmas Day Broadcast.

The Junk Food Of Political Journalism...all Reshuffle Stories Are Crap.

My Closest Friend, Who Died Not Long Ago, Is Buried Near Marx's Grave In Highgate Cemetery, So I See The Gaggle Of Admirers Laying Roses At The Foot Of His Tombstone Regularly. I Have Never Been Tempted To Leave Flowers There Myself. Great Theories, Shame About The Practice. Marx Did Many Things. But Inventing Class Was Not One Of Them.

I Had A Happy Childhood.

By Asking The Question 'am I Happy?,' And Via The Answer Setting Out What I Mean By Happiness, There Is A Political Route That Can Be Taken, By Asking Another Question - 'can Politics Deliver Happiness, And Should It Try?'