Gramsci agreed that it was an interesting coincidence. He started muttering about sexual intercourse beginning in 1963, only stopping when the Cow threatened to squash him underfoot, and then took to musing on other interesting coincidences raised by the Profumo Scandal.
The Cow had had a Russian Spy connection in her own history - though beehive hairstyles were thankfully long out of fashion by then - and had also been fond of visiting an osteopath in her youth. However, she'd stopped short of posing for the papers, or giving lurid details of what she got up to in swimming pools, and despite having had some unhinged and possessive lovers in her past, had yet to have her front door sprayed with bullet holes.
Still, John Profumo lived to 91 years old, so there was plenty of time...
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.
Up to then there'd only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spread to everything.
Then all at once the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.
So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three
(Though just too late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.
Edit: And then, there's an interesting News Blog
on the Guardian Unlimited site that discusses the Scandal.
I must confess to enjoying the comment that "wrecking the tories
and saving the country are one and the same."