I remember the prime minister’s alleged groping victim Charlotte Edwardes very well. She worked on the Times’s Diary for a while when I was on features back in 1996 or possibly ’97 (I’d better have my dates right in case our stories conflict). In fact, I sat at a communal desk with the sports sub-editors directly outside her office in the grisly old Wapping warehouse where the paper was based. She used to walk past my desk occasionally to get to the coffee machine. And I have a terrible confession to make: she was so beautiful and cool, I didn’t dare look at her, let alone talk to her, let alone … the very thought makes me quiver.

Source: The Times September 30, 2019 22:52 UTC