Years later, when working for Hamersley Iron out of Dampier in Western Australia as their magazine editor, I had lunch with the other one - The Duke - although I was relegated to a back seat in the dining room, so I have no doubt that he doesn't remember me at all (droll humor there folks).
Perhaps I was seated well away from him because the company didn't want this impertinent young editor taking pictures or questioning the Duke about a subject they had refused to let me publish.
Their security patrol had found a case of dynamite under a culvert between the airport and the town.
Was someone planning to assassinate the Duke? I don't know.
However I naturally thought the subject should be front page news. "Not on your life" I was told.
Finally, it is front page news ... right here.
And here's a picture of him (top right) much later in his life. |