A couple he had known for years came to his place for dinner. He was living in Brixton at the time. They had remained members of the Communist Party of Great Britain out of old loyalties. After two hours arguing over the invasion of Czechoslovakia (they insisted that Soviet forces went in at the ‘behest’ of the Czechoslovakian working class), he told them wearily to leave. In effect, he threw them out. They left behind an unopened bottle of Hungarian wine, Bull’s Blood, which he could not bear to drink.
