While I was at a concert at university in Lancaster in the 1970s, I was approached by a rather handsome young man with long, wavy blond locks. He was a year my junior. He looked as if he could have been one of the Walker Brothers. He introduced himself as Tom Levitt, and asked me out. I referred him to my fiance...
We remained friends, but lost touch after we graduated.
In 1997 the alumni magazine ran an article on ex-Lancaster students who'd just been elected as MPs in the new Labour government. There was Tom - but as you can see from the photo, the lovely locks had gone.
I wrote to him, and that October I went for lunch with him at the Houses of Parliament. It was a great insight into how those who rule us live - quiet luxury in hallowed halls.