Signs that you're no longer young #403: Reading an account of events from a couple of decades ago and thinking "Oh, I remember being decidedly hung over in a field at a festival when John Major resigned" or being struck by just how long ago it was that someone bounded into the school common room where I was playing cards before sitting my GCSEs and announced that "John Smith's dead. There's going to be a liberal democrat government and they're going to legalise pot." Rachel, I think she was called, was, it has to be said, more reliable as a precursor to 24 hour rolling news than as a political pundit with an ability to predict what would happen next...
Beginning in May 1994 with the death of John Smith and running up to July 1999, when Mr Mullin became a junior Minister, the book takes in the dog days of the John Major-led Tory administration and the honeymoon period of Blair's New Labour government. It is simultaneously an illustration of how the past is a foreign country where things were done differently. Assuming that Mullin has been honest, and hasn't succumbed to the temptation to do a bit of post-hoc editing of his diaries in order to seem more prescient than he actually was, it's striking how much, in those early years, the issues which would later come to dog the Blair government were already bubbling away under the surface. Blair's tendency to get starry-eyed in the presence of the super-rich, the obsession with presentation (which I think is a better description than 'spin'), and Mullin's dawning realisation that 'the Man' (as he refers to Blair throughout) has little interest in doing anything to curtail the powers of the press barons, and, in particular, Mullin's bete noir, Rupert Murdoch (as it happens, John Major comes out well of this account – sounding out Mullin on whether Labour would be interested in a bi-partisan effort at clipping the wings of Murdoch and co.) Reading the account of Blair's leadership bid in 1994 rather gives the lie to the idea that he was some kind of Conservative cuckoo in the Labour nest who had snuck in while his party's attention was elsewhere. Mullin, at least, was perfectly aware that Blair was on the right of the party and muses at one point “better the honest right-winger than the faux-leftie.”
Mullin's recurring obsession with the possible corrupting influence of the Freemasons on public life, on the other hand, really does feel like a reminder that the past is another country. I suspect that even by the mid-1990s, they were an organisation somewhat in decline but in 2016, does anyone, bar the tin-foil hat brigade, really think they're still a significant force in public life? I'd be interested to know how many members under the age of 50 they have...
It's interesting, too, how some of the leitmotifs of early 21st Century politics began earlier than I remembered. Mullin muses at one point, after Blair had publicly backed another bombing raid on Iraq, that it appeared that he would back anything the Americans wanted to do. But, though I had all but forgotten it ever happened, this was back in the Clinton presidency.
While I'm probably a bit more sympathetic towards the life-long unemployed, and a bit less interested in animal rights, than Mullin, our politics appear to be in broadly the same place. In that respect, it's interesting to see his take on the early Blair years from the inside. His balancing of the good that that government did with its shortcomings strikes me as being a reasonably fair assessment. On the plus side, the minimum wage, enhanced rights for workers, and a decision to use the tax revenues from a booming economy to invest in health and education, rahter than offering further tax cuts. On the minus side, an obsession with control and managerialism, a willingness always to run with the worst of the tabloid-caricature of public opinion rather than seeking to shape it. And the fact that he is suspicious of that element of the left who appear to enjoy opposition for opposition's sake - represented here by Tony Benn and Ken Livingstone – I'll leave to others to speculate who their modern equivalents are, perhaps has a certain resonance with current political developments.
And if the thought of wading through nearly 500 pages of political musings sounds a little, um, daunting, it is well written and there is a thread of dry humour throughout. Whether recounting his daughter telling him “Pass on my regards too” as he finishes a phone call, before adding “Daddy, what's a regard?” or telling the story of his trip to Vietnam with George Galloway:
“As we were driven by the citadel, George said “Chris, when did we take Hue?”
“We? I don't know where you were, George, but I was studying for a law degree in Hull throughout the Tet offensive.”