One morning the Prime Minister wanted to dictate while he was in his bath… Eventually he got out of the bath when his devoted valet, Sawyers, draped an enormous bath-towel around him. He walked into his adjoining bedroom, followed by me, notebook in hand, and continued to dictate … Eventually the towel fell to the ground but, quite unconcerned, he continued pacing the room dictating all the time.
Suddenly President Roosevelt entered the bedroom and saw the British Prime Minister completely naked walking around the room dictating to me. WSC never being lost for words said ‘You see, Mr. President, I have nothing to conceal from you.’
-- Danchev, On Specialness