“My wife said she'd never heard me singing in the bath until last week.”

— Norman Lamont

Anatole Kaletsky, "Lamont looks on the bright side", The Times, 22 September 1992.
At a press conference in Washington DC, 21 September 1992. The event "last week" was 'Black Wednesday'.

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