How often in your life do you think it would be normal to run into Douglas Hurd (now of course Lord Hurd of Westwell)? What......say........never? Wrong. Three times (so far). Yes! Count them! Three times in the last few years.
First time was in Waitrose in Witney (frozen veg). Second time was on platform 1 at Paddington Station. Most recently was in an unamed London street (not, I hasten to add, that either myself or Douglas would be ashamed of the implications of being in said street if its name was revealed. I simply can't remember where it was).
I wonder if there are any sinister overtones to these "coincidences."
Anyway, suffice to say, as far as jibs go, I do like the cut of his. He is no spring chicken but he walks with an upright and purposeful gait and looks passers by directly in the eye. A fine fellow with a firm handshake I'll wager!
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