'I knew Ted Heath, the Incredible Sulk... he had flaws, but I can't believe he would abuse a child'
Towards the end of his life, Edward Heath used to invite small groups of journalists to dinner at his home in Salisbury. These events were usually held in the autumn, shortly before the annual Conservative Party conference.
I was invited more than once and everything I have to say about him is coloured by my having accepted his hospitality. I was rather fond of the cantankerous old egotist.
His fellow Conservatives despised him for his rudeness, egoism and relentless capacity for nursing a grievance over an imagined insult. I thought there was something tragically magnificent about his lonely, wounded self-regard.
There was an occasion when he was surrounded by a gaggle of journalists wanting his comment on some event. One was a broadcaster who came with a camera crew, so was allowed to ask the first question. When that interview was done, Sir Edward turned to the newspaper journalists, expecting more questions, but we all thought we had enough.
He declared cheerfully that we were all idle parasites. His happy grin told us that we could take offence, or take a joke: he really did not care which.
The pleasure he took in every setback his party suffered after it sacked him was contagious. Late in 1993, the Conservatives were going through one of their periods of convulsive infighting over the EU when there came sobering news from across the Atlantic that in the Canadian general election, the Progressive Conservatives had been reduced overnight from 156 MPs to just two.
This disaster cheered Edward Heath up no end. It was a lesson to the party's anti-EU Right wing, he declared: if they continued their destruction behaviour, the British Conservative Party might also find itself with only two MPs. And he added: "As I look around, I ask myself: who will the other one be?"
He could not forgive Margaret Thatcher for ousting him from the party leadership and then dashing his hopes of being appointed Foreign Secretary in 1979 by sending him a curt note which she signed simply "Margaret Thatcher".
In 1998, he was finally persuaded to appear on the platform at a Conservative conference sitting alongside Thatcher. His grumpy expression, caught on camera, was an indication of the bad grace with which he did so.
The Incredible Sulk, as it was known in political circles, had endured for more than two decades. And would continue until he died.
The rumours that he was homosexual had been around so long that, when I was at university, I was jokily informed that the Dean of our college, who was also gay, was Edward Heath's lover - a claim for which there was no evidence, by the way.
He was also deeply sexually repressed - for which he cannot be blamed. Until he was 51 years old, all homosexual activity between men, even consensual sex in private, was punishable by a prison sentence.
Even when consensual gay sex was partially decriminalised in 1967, parliament did not intend that it should become socially acceptable.
There was a widely held assumption that all male gays were paedophiles and, therefore, a menace to young boys.
During Edward Heath's 51 years in parliament, from 1950 to 2001, no Conservative MP ventured to admit being gay, though many were. The first to come out voluntarily was Sir Alan Duncan, in 2002. Others married, for self-protection. Some had children.
Heath never married and never discussed his sexuality. My assumption was that he abstained from any sexual contact with anyone all his life, to avoid the risk.
He did not seem to me to have that streak of manipulative nastiness, or sickness of mind, that would make him want to abuse a child - even if he was prepared to hazard everything he had worked for in his life and face ruin and imprisonment for the sake of passing gratification.
He was a very flawed character, but I struggle to believe he was that bad.