'Frederic, I am going to tell you something now that you will remember for the rest of your life. The King is dead.'
'I said, "Oh, papa, who will be King now?" and my father said, "We are not going to have a king. We are going to have a queen."
' I said, "So, it has come to that." '
I met Harold Macmillan who met Mark Twain and was friends with Conrad, Kipling and Hardy.
Via King Michael of Romania and Lord Home I am one remove from Hitler.
I used to see each day, when I worked at the House of Lords, Lord Ampthill who had been the Russell baby. His mother had been a virgin when he was conceived with a partially intact hymen. His father had used 'Hunnish practices' to inseminate her.
The court reports of their divorce proceedings (poor things) provided sex education to a generation of young readers and resulted in the Judicial Proceedings (Regulation of Reports) Act 1926 which prevented reporting of indecent details from divorce trials.
I used to pass a tramp asleep on a leather bench behind the throne who was the fourth Earl Russell. His father, the philosopher Bertrand Russell, knew the first earl who as Lord John Russell was Prime Minister and who as a young man met Napoleon. Four removes from Napoleon to me is not especially impressive.
At the next table to me in the United Oxford and Cambridge Universities Club, when I was an undergraduate member, I heard the father of the club, Victor Hill, saying that Rupert Brooke and he had chased the same girl at Cambridge.
My father on his bike knocked over Bernard Shaw who shortly after left London for the countryside.
I knew and loved Monsignor Gilbey who officiated at one of Evelyn Waugh's weddings and who met Belloc and Chesterton when they spoke at Fisher House at Cambridge, but those people are recent enough.I remember when I was 8 or 9 a friend of the family telling my mother that as a small boy he had watched Chinese immigrants on their way to be deported and being told it was because of the Boxer Rising. I already knew about the Boxer Rising, which happened in 1900, and was surprised because he did not look nearly old enough.
My Auntie Rose was told as a little girl in the First World War that our men were fighting in Belgium and imagined that they were trading fisticuffs.
My grandfather, in whose house I grew up, was at the Somme. I so regret that I have lost his diaries. After 1945 worked in the War Office where his boss was called Mr Burgess. One day Mr Burgess did not come to the office and they discovered that he had was in Moscow.