Inside Story: Politics, Intrigue and Treachery from Thatcher to Brexit. Philip Webster
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Название: Inside Story: Politics, Intrigue and Treachery from Thatcher to Brexit
Автор: Philip Webster
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780008201340
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By the 1980s, however, the way newspapers covered Parliament and politics was fast changing. Apart from the big set pieces, there was much less interest in events inside the chamber than in what was going on outside in the lobbies. The three comfortable Thatcher election victories also meant that Parliament appeared to matter less, with few critical late-night votes. None of us who were there would forget Michael Heseltine seizing the mace in 1976 and brandishing it at Labour left-wingers singing ‘The Red Flag’ after winning a vote to nationalize the aircraft and shipbuilding industries.
But in later years the rules were changed and reporters were allowed to take tape-recorders into the gallery. Ministers and MPs started handing out their speeches in advance, to be checked against delivery, and governments aimed their big announcements at the early evening news rather than saving them for the winding-up speech in the Commons.
Soon the parliamentary teams of all papers that had them were being swiftly reduced, much to the chagrin of MPs with an increasing sense of grievance that they were not appreciated. As the age of spin took over, journalists and their papers took more note of what was going to be said tomorrow rather than what had just been said today.
In those days, The Times Room at the Commons was right next door to Hansard, just a few yards from the Commons gallery, but our premises were later colonized by Hansard and we had to move upstairs to a room that had previously been the television lounge. The Times still inhabits that room.
In those early days we would often run into MPs right outside our door as they went into the Hansard office to run the rule over their words and hand across to them papers or books from which they had quoted in their speeches.
As reporters we had MPs whom we liked to report, and those we feared. Harold Wilson was fluent but impossibly fast at times. Enoch Powell was slow but spoke in lengthy, well-constructed sentences, which had to be transcribed in full for them to make sense. Miss a subclause and you were in serious trouble, reporting the opposite of what he meant. He spoke without notes. Michael Foot was always a good turn, funny, and with plenty of pauses for effect to give the writing arm a rest.
There were back-benchers like the Scottish MP John Mackintosh, who died tragically young at forty-eight, and Brian Walden, who went on to become a frontline broadcaster, who could make wonderfully fluent speeches without looking at a note.
The chamber would quickly fill when the names Powell or Foot went up on the annunciators telling MPs and the Press Gallery who had just risen to speak. There are no modern-day equivalents.
The Times defied gravity in the period 1978–9. What other paper in the world could cease publishing for a year – the year of all years when Margaret Thatcher became Britain’s first woman prime minister – and come back stronger? Perhaps only The Thunderer (the nickname for The Times dating from the nineteenth century) could have done it.
The Times, The Sunday Times and the supplements were taken off the streets during a fierce industrial dispute between management and printers, leaving readers to pine for their return and take other papers while they waited. Their loyalty was tested to the full. Month after month, they waited. And in the end they were rewarded for their patience.
To understand how this all happened the reader needs to be reminded of the circumstances of the time. The disappearance of The Times from the news stands took place during a time of extraordinary industrial disharmony.
James Callaghan, who became prime minister after a Labour leadership election when Harold Wilson suddenly stood down in March 1976, had a miserable period in charge. Wilson had led Labour to a three-seat majority in October 1974 but by March 1977 that advantage had gone because of by-election defeats. Faced with a motion of no confidence that would have brought him down, Callaghan negotiated a deal – the Lib–Lab Pact – with David Steel, leader of the Liberals. Steel’s party would keep the Government in power in return for concessions on policy.
It was an unhappy time and the pact was torn up in September 1978. At that time it looked certain that Callaghan would call a general election but he confounded us all. Appearing at the Trades Union Congress (TUC) conference where he was expected to name the day, Callaghan dashed expectations. ‘There was I waiting at the church,’ he sang. He wrongly attributed the song to Marie Lloyd; it was by music-hall star Vesta Victoria. Whatever, the message was clear and a surprise: no election.
He must have regretted that decision more than any other. As the Times dispute reached a climax, Britain was entering what became known as the Winter of Discontent. Shakespeare’s opening line from Richard III was used to describe the period of widespread public strikes by unions opposing the five per cent pay cap set by the Government in a departure from its voluntary social contract with the unions.
Strikes by gravediggers, refuse collectors and health workers led to delays in funerals, rubbish piling up in the streets and hospitals doing emergency operations only. It gave the impression of a Britain in chaos and made Thatcher’s election in May 1979 a foregone conclusion. It also rendered her subsequent assault on union power far easier to push through. Snow and freezing conditions in the coldest winter since 1962 did nothing to help matters. The country has seen nothing like it since.
I was then on the parliamentary staff of The Times, and Callaghan’s TUC speech was one of my last jobs before the paper’s closure. The industrial climate in the country was worsening and at The Times it was becoming critical. The unions were militant and the print unions more militant than most. They had tremendous power: stopping a paper to show your muscle was a simple business. If the printers walked out, no one else could do their job. Managements felt impotent.
In April 1978, Marmaduke Hussey, then chief executive of Times Newspapers, had told the unions he was prepared to close the papers if he did not get an agreement to install computer typesetting. This was a forerunner of the war of Wapping, which was to end so differently. The date for closure if talks failed was set for 30 November. Nothing came from the talks in the end and the papers were duly shut down on 1 December. They were subject to what we knew was an uncertain future, even though Lord Thomson of Fleet, the proprietor, insisted there was no question of selling the papers or permanently closing them.
It was a deeply unsettling experience and took some getting used to. In his final article before the paper went to sleep, Paul Routledge, our labour editor (so important were the unions in those days that most of the broadsheets had two, three or even four labour correspondents to cover their dealings), quoted management sources as expecting a suspension of two to three months.
That would get us through Christmas. Those of us working at Westminster had the Commons to entertain us. We retained our passes and went along whenever anything interesting was happening. There was plenty at this time as Callaghan’s decision began to look less and less clever. But it was strange being unable to report.
As the New Year dawned it was obvious that we would not be going to work any time soon. Our National Union of Journalists (NUJ) meetings were things to look forward to, giving us the chance to meet up and tell each other how we were spending our time. I raced through a long-planned book on the recent history of my beloved Norwich City FC, as seen through the eyes of Kevin Keelan (a goalkeeper who still holds the appearance СКАЧАТЬ