Dominic Sandbrook (55:43)
Exactly. You have to imagine that being said with enormous amount of suggestiveness. The next day, Thorpe resigned as leader of the Liberal Party. But Wilson just will not give this up. He is still convinced that Thorpe is being framed. And so two days later, Wilson runs rang a BBC journalist, a young journalist called Barry Penrose. He just basically picked him out of a telephone book or something and said, come to my flat in Westminster, I've got a story for you. So Penrose roped in this mate of his called Roger Courtier, who was a researcher at the BBC. And they both go along to Wilson's flat in Lord North Street. When they get there, they find Wilson there, is puffing on a cigar. And Wilson says to them, I think democracy as we know it is in grave danger. He says, the British security services were out to get me for years. They spread rumors that I was running a communist cell in Downing Street. And these BBC blokes can't believe this. I mean, this guy was Prime Minister just a few weeks ago. And then he. He's very calm. He's still puffing on his cigar. He says, they were saying that I was tied up with the communists. The link was Marcia. She was supposed to be a dedicated communist. And he goes on to say. He says, norman Scott, this stable bloke, is a South African agent, and he's part of a wider conspiracy with MI5. He says, I want you to crack the case. If you can crack the case, you'll be the Woodward and Bernstein of British journalism. This is the British Watergate. And then he reaches this mad peroration. He sort of looks them in the eye, puffs on his cigar, and he says, I see myself as the big fat spider in the corner of the room. Room. Sometimes I speak when I'm asleep. You should both listen. Occasionally when we meet, I might tell you to go to the Charing Cross Road and kick a blind man standing on the corner. That blind man might tell you something, might lead you somewhere. And they leave. And I mean, obviously they're like, you know, I can't. They're in their 20s or early 30s or something. They cannot believe that the Prime Minister of Great Britain from just a few weeks earlier is telling them this stuff about being a spider in the Charing Cross Road. And they believe it. And they spend months following his leads. And the irony is they. They follow this mad cul de sac about South Africa, and they completely miss the truth that Jeremy thought was not a terribly good person and was trying to kill Norman Scott, which is a madder story, really, than the. The one they investigate. Eventually, the BBC lost patience and said to these guys, Penrose and Kot, enough did this. Now they shut the investigation down. They then sold the story to the newspapers, and the Daily Mirror splashed it under the excellent headline. Wilson feared Marcia was being lured into a sex orgy. This is an absolute disaster for Wilson's reputation. He and Marcia immediately published statements, and they said, oh, that he was just joking about being a spider. He was just joking about the blind man on the Charing Cross Road. But obviously, everybody who knew him in Westminster, said, this does sound like the kind of thing Harold would say. He's been saying mad stuff like this for the last few years and Marcy has been going around telling everybody that boss are out to get her and Jeremy Thorpe, with whom she was quite friendly. Most people at this point just conclude that he's a fantasist. So when Tony Ben again asked James Callaghan about it, Callahan said, oh, Harold is just a Walter Mitty, I. E. Somebody who's just making up mad stuff in his head. And actually that sets the tone for Wilson after he's left office, because the next few years bring a very sad decline. He'd never had many close friends in politics and he seems to Vanish, really, after 1976. So within a year or so, there are clear signs, I think, that the Alzheimer's is beginning to claim him. In December 1978, Donahue had a drink with Wilson's former driver. And the driver, who's called Bill Howist, said nobody visits him. He has no friends. It's very sad. He still drinks much too much and his memory is completely going. He can't remember where he's going in the evening. And he had one last turn in the limelight, which people can see bits of on YouTube. It is excruciating. He was invited to be the guest presenter on a BBC chat show called Friday Night Sunday morning. It's in October 1979. It's like a sort of nightmare that you have that you're playing Hamlet and you haven't done, you know, you haven't learned the lines because he's sitting there and he's interviewing Pat Phoenix, the actress from, I think, Coronation street, and he interviews Harry Secombe and he runs out of questions. There are long pauses. It's really awkward. He stumbles over his words, he can't read the auto cue. Even the short clips on YouTube are actually quite a painful watch. And after that, he pretty much vanished. And the mad thing is really, he had been the defining politician of the 60s and 70s in Britain. So when he resigned in 1976, all the obituaries, sort of political obituaries, said this will be remembered as the Wilson era. But actually, nobody ever uses that phrase. Nobody talks about Wilsonism. And as early as 1979, when Margaret Thatcher became Prime Minister, it was as though he'd never existed. He just was completely absent from the political conversation. Some historians since then, I mean, not that many people write about the Wilson government, to be honest. Some historians, because historians probably tend. Academics tend to be Slightly more left leaning. They're keener to rehabilitate him. They say, well, there were the liberal reforms of the 60s.