Petronella Wyatt

Please don’t blame Roy

The ongoing escapades of London's answer to Ally McBeal

issue 11 January 2003

Roy Jenkins was my father’s oldest friend. They first met when they were both at Oxford. When, afterwards, they both decided to go into politics, my father pipped him to the post. Much later, when I was growing up in Wiltshire, where we had a house, two of our neighbours were Roy and his pearl-pretty wife Jennifer.

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