He knew I was a musician and that he and I shared a love of Beethoven, and the piano..(He, on occasion,  had me perform some excerpts for the class a fee excerpts of a Beethoven Sonata; and he himself performed the 2nd movement of the Pathetique Sonata once)
He took the opportunity, on this particular evening, to ask me if I "wanted to listen to a bit of music..."
Of course I replied in the affirmative...
He comically proceeded to "tiptoe" (as it was after Compline,) over to his cabinet to retrieve
A DVD...it was a DVD of a Van Cliburn competition of piano concerti, featuring Beethoven, Mozart, Prokofiev, and, my favorite, Rachmaninov.
He then led the way up to music room, and we watched the performances late into the night. His commentary was priceless...

Two more episodes come to mind.

In the summer, the seminary would host retreats for lay people. We seminarians and staff all had to eat in a back room, behind the kitchen (where Scott ruled supreme!). It was a pretty tight space. So His Excellency is across from me and we're going through the thesaurus about the food ("No young man - it is not 'vittles', it is a 'repast'). So +W is done and wishes to leave, but Father Iscara is anchoring the table (other end is tight to the wall). So the Bishop looks down at Father and sends those crazy eyerbrows of his wriggling. Father Iscara, who'd shuffled in late, barely looks at him but assumes the lip curl contra benignitam. So Father sighs and starts to rise and Bishop Williamson dives under the table. Father Iscara is up and looks and is dumbfounded as the bishop has disappeared. Hs Excellency surfaces somewhere on my right and climbs up the seat. Father Iscara is standing, holding the table, watching this with his lidded eyes and he's just not impressed. Very unimpressed. And with his smirk, Bishop Williamson escapes.

+W liked to dabble in hot sauce. One time, a seminarian had gotten him something special, and he ended up getting some in his eye during lunch. He flailed about and the whole dining hall went stone silent as he worked through that one. He was spry though - you could see that.

He could thunder and he could play. He was an experience to listen to and be around.

The funniest thing here is that an Englishman liked hot sauce. Usually they wince after eating anything spicier than ketchup.

I was told another story by Br. Marcel.

At some feast day in the seminary His Lordship was celebrant and the whole crew of the St. John’s were present too. They were singing the Kyrie and being them, it went on and on. His Lordship was getting annoyed and beckoned the MC, the then Edward McDonald to ask them what it was they were singing, to which they replied it was a “stuffed Kyrie”. His Lordship replied “well tell them to stuff it.”