Gyles Brandreth

James Callaghan has kissed hands with Her Majesty and is now the nation's new Prime Minister.

In the final ballot of Labour MPs, he secured 176 votes to my friend Michael Foote's 137.

Callaghan is 64.

Harold is enjoying saying to the world that he decided to step aside to make way for an older man.

I began the day at Goodwood Court, supervising the Pickford's removal of all our stuff from the flat.

I decided to leave the door knobs.

I'm sorry we have to sell our investment, but I'm not sorry to bid farewell to our ghastly tenant, Prince Ali.

He took the flat so that he would have unspecified treatment in Harley Street.

He is gross and graceless.

When he arrived, he demanded that I do his shopping, walking backwards in front of him through the grocery department at Selfridges, pulling the trolley and placing his selected items in the basket.

He expected us to be at his constant beck and call.

The kitchen floor is thick with grease and food droppings.

The state of the bathroom is unspeakable.

I left poor Mrs Rucuzzo cleaning up.'

History needs to know she is wonderful.

Mrs. Rucuzo was our cleaning lady.

She came from Portugal and she was wonderful.

He was a nightmare.

He called himself, the agency found him.

They said he calls himself Prince Ali and was called him Prince Ali.