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The prisoner

Peter Wayne meets Michael Howard's wife and proves to be a gentleman and spin doctor

By Peter Wayne   July 1997

“Do call me Sandra.” Mrs Michael Howard stood surrounded by the therapeutic community en f?te champ?tre, demurely, iced bun in one hand, cup and saucer in the other. “It was a fantastic show I have to say, and as soon as I get back to London I am going to telephone my friend Dominic Lawson and ask him to commission a piece on what’s going on down here. Perhaps you could write it?” she asked, quite the mistress of gentle flattery.

Sandra was trying her best to say the right thing. “You know it was all Michael’s idea in the…

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