Hankering for more
Since we made a passing reference in Issue 481 to Hank Wangford – country singer and leading sexual health specialist – we’ve been inundated with correspondence from people who have had first hand experience of the man.
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IP writes:
“Okay, continuing with the Hank Wangford theme, my mum took me to see him live at the Hay Festival around ten years ago, when I was about eleven. She hadn’t told me anything about Hank, just that he was a country
singer and my mum thought he was really good. I really enjoyed the concert (I can still sing the choruses to “Wake Up Dead” and “I’m Not Married, But My Wife Is”).
Afterwards, we were in the green room and Hank went over to my mum and gave her a big hug. She introduced us and he said “I helped conceive you!” (not in that way, he had been my mum’s gynecologist).
I saw him a few years ago again at a Betjeman poetry reading. His wife is Ali Love’s mother; she asked me to buy his single so he would be able to get a flat of his own and not live with them anymore.”
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LH writes:
“Some years ago, I used to be a patient at the Margaret Pyke Centre for family planning that used to be in Soho square.
“Hank Wangford was on duty the day that I had to have a minor procedure to remove some dodgy womb
cells. He was charm personified, very funny, and he dressed in jeans, cowboys boots, and a bootlace
tie, as if he’d just walked off stage.
“When I mentioned to him that I had seen him on TV a few weeks previously, duetting with Donny Osmond,
he proceeded to serenede me with ‘Puppy Love’ with his head stuck up my nether regions. Although in
pain, I laughed my way through the procedure.
“A true gentleman.”
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AS writes:
“On the subject of Hank Wangford, the doctor appeared at a Gram Parsons tribute concert I staged in London in 2003.
“At the event Wangford, who treated the ill-fated country singer back in the early 1970s before becoming close friends, was asked by Parsons’ daughter what advice he had for a tourist visiting London, to which he replied,
‘Don’t go to any boroughs that begin with an ‘H’.”
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ID writes:
“Re your piece on Dr Hank Wangford. About twenty years ago I had a lovely dinner with the good doctor. Within ten minutes of us sitting down, he had mentioned labia, and during the main course he marvelled at how my girlfriend, who was also present, had been born with all the eggs she would ever have, while he and I were manufacturing sperm as we sat there. Since then I’ve never had Dover Sole without thinking of him.”
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