I wasn't absolutely too sure where the Falklands was, and I didn't want to make a bloody fool of myself.
More people deserted our party and we have never recovered.
What it meant to me: a happy life, of course, companionship, of course. A common objective, I think.
And certainly don't get caught by the press having too much to drink, you now, that sort of thing.
The whole of the situation of the Conservative Party today springs from that night when they dismissed the best prime minister the country had had since Churchill.
I don't know what reception I'm at, but for God's sake give me a gin and tonic.