Watching Michael Foot on a open top double decker bus. I must have been about 8 years old. Foot was approaching a town called Failsworth just outside Oldham. As he approached the bend connecting Broadway to Failsworth, a great gush of wind blew his side parting into a mess of hair which completely covered his face. The crowd laughed and loved it. I was so excited to see him, I thought he was great and was only eight. LOL.
Related
Last autumn we ran an experimental online public engagement series called 'earliest political memories'. We collected a total of 68 memories that were generously contributed by members of the public. You can read all the contributions here. The series caught the attention of our colleague Rachel O'Connell in the School of English who…
In "earliest political memories"
My first political memory is Friday November 22 1963 the day John F Kennedy was assassinated. I remember lying content on the floor next to a crackling fire in the living room. The TV was on and suddenly there were pictures of a motorcade and crowds and emotional broadcasters. My…
In "earliest political memories"
My earliest political memory is my parent's friends asking me to tell them the story my dad had taught me by hard as soon as I learned to talk "Sadam went mad, he went into Kuwait BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... America came in BOOM, BOOM, BOOM..."
In "earliest political memories"