Sir: Having read in the past week countless reports, obituaries and anecdotes concerning the late Harold Wilson, I would like to add my own account of the one and only occasion on which I met him.
It occurred in a supermarket checkout queue in Victoria Street, near his retirement home. Behind him in the queue, I recognised him only when he turned to comment on the unexplained delay, and I said unthinkingly, "You are Sir Harold Wilson, aren't you?"
"Lord, actually," he replied.
End of conversation!
J. F. GREEN