One time when he was with us for the day Thatcher's office came on and said, "When is the great man about?" Could she come and drop in to see him? And so she called by, and sat down at the desk, and the unkind quip I make is that there was a period of unaccustomed silence from Margaret Thatcher as she sat there, intense, attending to the master's words, not her usual dominating conversation. And he actually thought she was beautiful. He thought the queen was too, by the way. When he got his medal of honor, he thought the queen was also extremely beautiful. Quite right, too. So that, I believe, was the first meeting. I certainly introduced them as I did with strangers.