Not so long ago, Britain's Harold Wilson, 48, was barking "I'm not a performing seal!" at lensmen who tried to photograph him drinking tea. But times do change, and in Hampstead the Prime Minister obligingly teed off to cozy up his image. It was billed as a pause in the day's grind. "I unwind quickly in the fresh air," Wilson offered, adding, in case the photographers couldn't tell: "I'm not very good at golf." Feet too close together, knee locked, arms carefully flexed, he poised to driver, ah, maybe it was supposed to...
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