Then we all laughed.
‘By the way,’ I asked, ‘who would have had my job if I’d gone to Brussels?’
‘I’ve no idea,’ said Humphrey.
But Bernard said: ‘Didn’t you tell me it was to be Basil Corbett, Sir Humphrey?’
A bucket of cold water had been thrown over our temporary spirit of bonhomie. Humphrey looked more embarrassed than I’ve ever seen him. No wonder he would have been so sorry to lose me.
I looked at him for confirmation.
‘Basil Corbett?’ I asked.
‘Yes Minister,’ said Sir Humphrey. And he blushed.
1 A left-wing politician prominent in the 1970s and the early 1980s, a peer’s son educated at Westminster and Oxford, chiefly remembered for his lisp, his staring eyes, and his earnest attempts to disguise his privileged background by drinking mugs of tea in workers’ co-operatives.
2 In conversation with the Editors.
3 Basil Corbett.
4 Hacker’s driver.
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The Quality of Life
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Excellent coverage in the press today for my speech on the environment last night.
Headlines in a couple of the quality dailies: HACKER SPEAKS OUT AGAINST TOWER BLOCKS and MINISTER’S COURAGEOUS STAND ON HIGH BUILDINGS, though the latter does make me sound more like Harold Lloyd than a Minister of the Crown. Still, to be called courageous by a newspaper is praise indeed.
But all this coverage in the posh press, though nice, isn’t worth all that much in votes. There was no coverage of my speech in the popular press. It’s weeks since I had my photo in any of the mass-circulation dailies.
So I called in Bill Pritchard, the press officer, and asked his advice. He thought for a moment or two.
‘Well,’ he offered, ‘the papers always like a photograph of a pretty girl.’
Brilliant. I pointed out that, although it may have escaped his notice, I did not qualify on that score. But he went on to suggest that I judge a bathing beauty contest, kiss the winner, that sort of thing. A cheap stunt really, and rather old hat. Besides, if my picture’s going to be in the paper I’d like the readers to look at
Then he suggested animals and children. He pointed out that tomorrow’s visit to a City Farm will almost certainly yield good publicity. Apparently it’s to be covered by the
This is marvellous. Telly coverage is the best of all, of course. And an innocuous non-controversial venue like a City Farm can’t possibly contain any hidden pitfalls.
Bill told me that Sue Lawley wanted to interview me. And that I was to be photographed with some baby donkeys at the
Sometimes I think he’s got no sense at all! Even if the
I refused. He offered little pigs instead. I don’t think that my being photographed with a crowd of little pigs is any great improvement! That could give rise to SNOUTS IN THE TROUGH jokes.
I told Bill to pull himself together, and that I’d agree to be photographed with Sue Lawley or a nice woolly lamb. Positively no one else.
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At my diary session later this morning Bernard said that Sir Desmond Glazebrook wanted an urgent meeting with me tomorrow. He’s a ridiculous old fool who keeps making speeches against the government. Unfortunately, I appointed him Chairman of the Co-Partnership Commission – I’d had no choice [
Glazebrook wants to talk to me about his forthcoming application to add some more storeys to his bank’s proposed new office block.
Clearly he hasn’t read this morning’s papers!
This is just the sort of thing we have to stop. Someone has to speak out to save the environment. I shall do it,