The ex-Labour politician recalls the Strictly tour, the ‘lasagne plot’ and what Nikolas Sarkozy thought of American food
When I was five, Dad did a job-swap and taught biology at Eton, so for a term I attended a nearby primary school and, each lunchtime, had to march to a building where a very strict woman would blow a very loud whistle if anyone spoke a word while eating. All my memories of that term are of awful, very frightening meals.
Dad took a post at the University of East Anglia and would invite round his PhD students and my job was to walk around with peanuts before being sent to bed. Mum would serve them her lasagnes, which were the first of a trail of lasagnes in my life.
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