Henry Kissinger says he never wants to see me again after I have described him as stupid for bringing the sick Shah of Iran to New York for medical treatment.

Sir Peter Hayman, the British high commissioner, tries to strangle me with his bare hands after I’ve told Prime Minister Harold Wilson that relations between Canada and Britain have ceased to exist.

Pierre Trudeau wonders indignantly why I stoop so low as to ask him about the prospect of a separation agreement between him and Margaret. Six days later the agreement is made public.

Robert Stanfield pleads with me, when his chances for the prime ministership look brightest, not to praise him in print or he is doomed.

Joe Clark, when I ask how he expects to win with a name like Joe, and hasn‘t he another name, says, "Sure. It‘s Charlie. But you wouldn’t expect me to run on that, would you?"