tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post1704787339887863560..comments2022-11-22T21:48:59.581+00:00Comments on The Journey Home and Two Boats Later : Dreamed a Dream, by the Old CanalJemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-67586422388417017832016-08-24T09:39:50.698+01:002016-08-24T09:39:50.698+01:00Aha, a chance to record my Wilson anecdote for pos...Aha, a chance to record my Wilson anecdote for posterity. When I was at Huddersfield, they had an annual Harold Wilson lecture in honour of the memory of the town's most famous son, and his widow was the guest of honour the year I was there (and possibly every year, I don't know). It was all organized by a lovely Professor of Politics, and when she saw an elderly lady accompanied by a somewhat shambling middle aged man, she approached and asked 'Are you Mary Wilson?' To which came the imperious reply: 'I am LADY Wilson, and this is my son PROFESSOR Wilson'. Later we had dinner and I sat opposite the Bishop of Wakefield ('do call me Stephen')Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01759448161130667128noreply@blogger.com