He was always on the go, but he could relax in the sun. He was proud of his appearance and wanted to be tanned. At home there was a constant stream of visitors to the office, so something like a trip to the barbers in Curzon St for a manicure was a relaxing break – yet he rushed there and back. Of course, we were always mobbed, and it was difficult to get anywhere.
He saw dealing with the public as a duty, and a PR move. He was always polite and would always sign autographs, but he got furious inside if they interrupted his meal. Manners mattered to him, and he thought that wasn’t polite; it irritated him, but the public never saw that. He could hide it and put on the charm. And he was the first person to acknowledge the public with a wave as he drove.
He was quite calm about things and never held a grudge. He would lose his temper sometimes, but when it was over, it was over just like that. A gentleman, always.