We were staying at the Beijing Hotel, which is on Tiananmen Square. It was a beautiful old hotel where all the foreign correspondent used to stay. But it was still in the communist, very communist era when everybody’s wearing Mao jackets. And you go up to our floor and there would be a butler, a grumpy old Chinese guy who would give you a flask of hot water. And we’d go to his room and he would have a put out a packet of coffee powder, and he’d say, “Let’s make some coffee. Go and get a sock. A sock out of my suitcase, put the coffee in it and we’ll make it.” And then he’d pour some (indistinct) or something. I mean, no, there was these kind of very warm sides to him.
