Sure I would have to be part British for that to be the case, but it would be worth it to have a sweet old man who makes jam for a grandpa instead of a dead war criminal and some guy I’ve met 6 times in my life, both of whom would not like my love for other men if they knew.
He'd tell you stories of hanging out with Ralph Miliband, then get teary eyed when he remembers how shitty Ed turned out to be.