Coatless in a raw February wind, the Prime Minister hoisted himself onto the back of a green Land Rover in the courtyard of the North Ealing Conservative Club. The wind had long since whipped the hand-lettered WELCOME TED HEATH sign from the club's red-tiled roof, but his audience of 150 constituency workers loyally shivered through Heath's homiletic. Winding up the set-piece campaign talk, he proclaimed that thanks to the oil that will be gushing from the North Sea before the end of the decade, "we are going to be one of the...
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