A deeply buried, embarrassing memory rose to the surface on hearing that Leon Brittan had died. In 1986, waiting for a train, I became aware of a vaguely familiar, middle aged man standing nearby. Our glances met and we exchanged a slightly uncomfortable half smile.
“I’m sure I know him”, I thought, trying desperately to recall where our paths had crossed. Eventually, being young and bold, I approached him and uttered the immortal words “Hello. Have we met before …?” He smiled and replied, “I’m Leon Brittan”. Mortified, I laughed nervously and scuttled away! At least I didn’t mention helicopters!
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