The Catholic Herald of August 27, 1999, carried the following article on ex-Cabinet Minister Jonathan Aitken:
[…] Is Jonathan Aitken a Closet Catholic?
I can report that Jonathan Aitken is anything but languishing on a diet of porridge and ping-pong as a custodial guest of Her Majesty after his scrap with The Guardian and nice Mr. Fayed. My friend Lord Longford, who continues to lend a sympathetic ear while visiting Aitken, tells me that the man once thought of as Prime Minister material is now thriving as a model inmate. "He's approaching prison like a man going into the trenches in the Great War," the noble peer bellows.
Aitken's fascination with his Anglican faith is, I am told, growing by the day. But there is some confusion about the denominational loyalties of the man who is tipped to study theology on his release. While not so long ago he was singing the praises of Holy Trinity Brompton in The Spectator, eclectic Mr Aitken regularly went to Confession in a Catholic church. What's it to be then, Jonathan?
When the chains of the Romish Confessional are once fastened, the priestly prison wardens never give up. The Roman Catholic Inquisition is now employed in the journalistic blackmailing of Aitken.