My Nan said his worst crime was going on tv and bringing attention to himself. Remember, he had two children who had to go to school the next day, in the early seventies when attitudes were a lot different. I used to feel indignant that the midwife asked Nan, just after labour, "what would you like". She was 18 with a husband in the trenches she wanted to please. "My husband would like a boy". So that was it. The midwife felt a choice had to be made. It was unthinkable then, and probably still is to-day, that you announce to the world that you had given birth to a baby of unknown sex.