...an economic ignoramus unfit to oversee a fifty-cent raffle.
I don't know anything about the wine world at all.
I am not an expert in medical field.
I'm not an IT expert myself.
I don't know anything about cars. I can promise you that.
I don't have incredible knowledge about films or of filmmaking history; I'm not that kind of person.
I am not an expert on the Clinton Foundation, so, you know, I don't want to pass judgment on it.
Oh no, I'm not a historian or anything like that.
Broke people giving financial advice is like a shop teacher with missing fingers.
I always worry that I'm a dilettante: I know something about lots of things but don't have exhaustive knowledge of much.
I can't stand going to those sandwich bars where you've got to choose your own stuff, because I don't know what goes together. It does my head in. I'd rather them tell me. I'm not the expert. I haven't spent years learning these different combinations.
I do not have a brain that I long for in dealing with matters of which I am ignorant, that don't come within my ken and a rationale, a reason, and argument and so on, and I can't do that and I'm not in that bracket at all.
I wouldn't know a good script if it bit me in the face.
I'm no real expert on China.
We're in no way crime journalists or professionals really.
I'm not tech savvy at all.
I don't think I've got the expertise with which to nit-pick, and I freely admit that my motivation to support charities has been emotional, rather than as a result of being particularly well informed as to how the money is used.
I don't claim any great experience or expertise.
I always worry that I'm a dilettante: I know something about lots of things but don't have exhaustive knowledge of much. Take dance music: I like enough of it and its history to be able to say a word or two about this or that record, but I'm nobody's authority. I couldn't name more than a couple of good drum'n'bass acts, and I have no idea what's big in the dance world right now.
