Possible Questions and Likely Answers:

Q: Wait, Alan Clark joins the British Social Democratic Party (SDP)?

A: No, although that would be very fun (if very highly implausible) and I would want someone to write that timeline. In this timeline Alan Clark causes several PODs and butterflies impacting SDP.



Q: So this is an SDP story, with special guest appearances by Alan Clark?

A: No, it is an SDP story, with Mr. Clark being very much a feature player.



Q: I'm an American and although I like reading British political AH every once in a while, it is a bit weird. How confused will I be when trying to read this timeline?

A: Not very confused at all. For starters, I'm an American and I know what it is like to pick up a British AH story and go, "Who the Hell is Jo Grimond and why is it important he went right of 'centre' instead of left as the POD?" I have included an informal intro to summarize the world in which the story is set and tried to outline most of the key players involved.



Q: Haven't there been a bunch of SDP timelines already?

A: Yes, and there should be a lot more. SDP is very fertile ground for "What Ifs." Think on it for a moment or two. 23 Members of Parliament (MPs) quit their Party and form their own Party within our lifetime (well, most of our lifetimes). There is no guesswork as to their motives or any inability to find primary evidence, since the creation of their Party is well covered by the press and academics and all of the principal actors in the drama wrote books about their decision. There is a wealth of information for any budding AH writer. As an added benefit, the opinion polls for most of '81 suggested the 23 MPs could morph into a political force capable of electing 300 MPs by the time of the next general election and form a government. These were heady times. I want more people to write about SDP, not less.



Q: All right. Have to ask: will Tony Blair be in this? *Takes a shot*

A: Yes.

Q: Aww crap. *Takes another shot*

A: Now hang on, Tony Blair was very much a contemporary of SDP and leaving him out would have been odder than leaving him in, right?

Q: I suppose, but still... *Takes another shot*

A: I don't have a political ax to grind, I promise. I am not here to score any points off Mr. Blair.




Q: Last question, are you going to go through with this, or cut and run after two or three posts, the way you did in your last timeline?

A: Ouch. I intend to see this through and will not cut and run.

Also, in my defense, I did not finish my last timeline because my PC died and more importantly, writing about a world where the South won the American Civil War was difficult enough when I set the story in the North (that timeline was completed, see my signature *thumbs up* cheap pop), but writing about such a world in a story set in the South was draining. I might or might not return to that timeline, as I have written out an outline of that story's beginning, middle and end, but it's just that writing about what it is like to be a biracial woman in modern day Confederate States of America was rather difficult and not entirely emotionally pleasant.



Now unto our story, which is a bit more fun.
 
Prologue
Prologue/Backstory.

Skip if you know British electoral history from 1974 through 1981 and go straight to here.



February, 1974. United Kingdom. General election. 635 Parliamentary seats contested. Results:

Labour Party (Leader Harold Wilson): 301 seats

Conservative Party (Leader Ted Heath): 297 seats

Liberal Party (Leader Jeremy Thorpe): 14 seats

In the newly redrawn boundaries of the Plymouth Sutton constituency, Alan Clark (Conservative) wins his seat and enters Parliament. Mr. Clark is at this point in his life most identified with the controversial, but popular, history regarding British military leadership in World War One. He is credited (or blamed) with utterly demolishing the military reputation of General Haig for a generation. Mr. Clark will prove to be more controversial in his personal life than his politics or his military history in the years to come.

No side achieves an overall majority. Neither the pairing of Liberals and Conservatives nor the pairing of Liberals and Labour can form a majority as well. Tortured negotiations result in Harold Wilson making an unstable agreement with Jeremy Thorpe to form a short lived but unworkable government. Everyone expects another election before the end of the year.


June, 1974. University of Edinburgh, Scotland. Princess Margarita of Romania completes her studies and ends her romantic relationship with fellow student Gordon Brown (yes, that really did happen).


October, 1974. General election. 635 Parliamentary seats contested. Results:

Labour Party (Leader Harold Wilson): 319 seats

Conservative Party (Leader Ted Heath): 297 seats

Liberal Party (Leader Jeremy Thorpe): 13 seats

Labour Party wins with an overall majority of just 3 seats.


February, 1975. Conservative Party selects a new leader: Margaret Thatcher.


June, 1975. Referendum on whether UK will Stay or Leave the European Community. The leadership of Conservative, Labour and Liberal Parties come out in favor of Staying, but allow free-vote to its members. Some groupings within Conservative and Labour Parties favor Leaving. Among the anti-Europe Labour MPs are Tony Benn and Peter Shore. Mrs. Thatcher speaks out in favor of staying in Europe, but not very loudly. The Referendum passes with 67.2% of the vote.


April, 1976. Following Harold Wilson's surprise resignation, Labour Party selects a new leader: James Callaghan. While most expected Denis Healey to win, his bruising style of combating leftist members of Labour makes him too divisive a figure in the eyes of his contemporaries who view Mr. Callaghan as a more safe choice. Although once hailed as a figure of the left when he first entered Parliament, Mr. Callaghan holds moderate views. However, at the time of the election he is considered to be the most pro-union Leader of the Labour party in its history.


July, 1976. Liberal Party selects a new leader: David Steel.


March, 1977. Following a series of by-elections defeats, Labour Party loses its majority. Rather than attempt to go on as a minority government and subject itself to a possible vote of no-confidence it could not win on its own, Labour Party Leader Jim Callaghan negotiates a pact (though not a coalition) with the Liberal Party.


September, 1978. The Labour-Liberal Pact expires. It is not renewed. Labour Party rules on as a minority government and incapable of surviving a vote of no-confidence on its own. However, Conservatives lack the means (seats in Parliament) to win the vote of no-confidence on their own.


★ Winter, 1978-1979. Coldest UK winter in 16 years. A series of wide spread crippling industrial disputes and strikes, over the inability and unwillingness of the trade unions and the Labour government to come to an agreement regarding pay increases, known as the Winter of Discontent. Mr. Callaghan's government and Mr. Callaghan himself are badly shaken by the breakdown in communications between the unions and the Labour Party.


28 March, 1979, Margaret Thatcher calls for a vote of no-confidence against Callaghan's government. The vote passes by a single vote (civics teachers across the globe rejoice at an example of where one vote could, and did, change the course of history).


May, 1979. General election. 635 Parliamentary seats contested. Results:

Conservative Party (Leader Margaret Thatcher): 339 seats

Labour Party (Leader James Callaghan): 269 seats

Liberal Party (Leader David Steel): 11 seats

Conservative Party wins with a 44 seat majority.


♥ ♡ 1979-1980. Labour Party postmortem of its defeat deepens the fissures between the moderate wing of the Party and its self-avowed leftists. Leftists, led in large part by Tony Benn, believe the defeat was caused due to disillusionment on the part of Labour voters in their own Party leadership for not being true to the core left-wing values of the Party. Leftists argue a more stringent socialist agenda must be proposed and enacted by the Party. The moderates hold the view they must capture the middle ground instead. The leftist view comes to dominate the National Executive Committee (NEC) of the Labour Party and the NEC announces the reversal of Labour's pro-European stance to that of anti-.


August, 1980. David Owen, Shirley Williams and Bill Rodgers publish an open letter in "The Guardian" declaring their support for Europe and term the domination of the Labour Party by the leftists as a threat to the stability and its health. They are dubbed as "The Gang of Three" by their leftist critics and are called upon to leave the Party if they disagree with its official stance.


October, 1980. Annual Labour Party conference. Tony Benn denounces the previous Labour government in a widely applauded speech, listing 12 promised Labour policies by the Party leadership before they were voted into office in '74 that were never carried out. The speech is the driving point by Tony Benn to call for mandatory re-selection of MPs before each general election. In effect, every Labour Party MP would have to submit his (her) candidacy to evaluated by his (her) constituency party regardless of whether they are a sitting MP or not. Supporters claim it would make the MPs more responsive to their community. Critics point out many constituency party committees have been taken over by the far-left and would reduce the MP to being a delegate of his local committee rather than as a representative of the Party. The vote for mandatory reselection passes.

Joe Ashton, a moderate Labour Party MP, makes a speech at the conference against the reselection prior to it being passed, predicting that if it does, when Roy Jenkins (Harold Wilson's one time heir for the leadership of the Labour Party but sidelined due to being a moderate and too pro-Europe) returns from his spell as the President of the European Commission, he could create a new Party with the disaffected MPs. He is booed off the stage.

The Party conference also sees the passing of a new and complex scheme to replace the voting for the Leader of the Party by just the Party MPs to an Electoral College comprised of MPs, trade unions and ordinary Party members assigned weighted averages and percentage of votes. The percentages assigned in the scheme are to be decided upon at the Labour Wembley conference in 1981. Whereupon the new system would go into effect for electing the new Leader.


November, 1980. Moderate Labour MP Mike Thomas leads a group of a dozen Labour MPs in calling for an election of a Leader of the Parliamentary Labour Party (PLP), separate from the Leader of the Labour Party to reform the Party and the NEC from inside Parliament. The group is quickly dubbed "The Dirty Dozen" (because nicknames are fun).

To forestall a split, Jim Callaghan resigns as Leader of the Labour Party and triggers an election under the old rules (only MPs can vote) to allow a more moderate Leader to be elected.

Tony Benn is advised by his staff to abstain from running under what his supporters deem to be an illegitimate election done solely to prevent an election under new rules.

Jim Callaghan's preferred candidate Denis Healey comes in first with 112 votes (42%).

Michael Foot (the intellectual heir of the leftist movement and its most consistent champion) comes in second with 83 votes (31%).

Peter Shore (whose beliefs defy left-moderate conventions) comes in fourth with 32 votes (12%).

As no one achieved a majority on the first ballot, a run-off is held between the two top candidates six days later. Dennis Healey comes in second with 129 votes (48%). Michael Foot wins with 139 votes (51%). Foot's election is viewed joyfully by leftists and is seen as a backward lurch by the moderates. Mr. Healey's campaign is criticized for its lack of energy and unwillingness to reach out to fellow MPs.

January, 1981. Wembley Conference. The complex formula of the electoral college determining the future Leader of the Labour Party is determined. It will give the trade unions and regular Party members a greater say in the election of Labour leadership than the Labour Party MPs. The vote is seen as a further harbinger of a leftist shift by its supporters and critics alike, such as unilateral disarmament, withdrawal from NATO, withdrawal from Europe economically and a commitment to re-nationalization of any industry Mrs. Thatcher or any of her predecessors privatized.


Roy Jenkins returns from Europe and joins Bill Rodgers, Shirley Williams and David Owen in forming the now dubbed "Gang of Four" and breaks with the Labour Party, forming a "Council for Social Democracy" and calling for a realignment of British politics under the aegis of a new centre party.


Over the next two months, staged for maximum publicity effect by the participants, Labour MPs begin to leave the Labour Party, highlighted by Mike Thomas and his "Dirty Dozen" leaving on 2 March and the "Gang of Four" on 3 March.

The "Council for Social Democracy" officially becomes the Social Democratic Party (SDP) on 26 March.

♤ ♠ Meanwhile, Mrs. Thatcher's monetarist hardline policies alienate the moderate elements of the Conservative Party. The moderates are derisively called "wets" by Mrs. Thatcher's supporters. However, the "wets" are well represented within her (chosen) government in 1981: Francis Pym, Lord Carrington, Jim Prior, Norman St John-Stevas, Peter Walker and Sir Ian Gilmour, Baronet. Mrs. Thatcher's supporters within cabinet are then labelled as "dries" (because that's how politics work).


The SDP negotiated a nebulous pact with the Liberal Party and this "Alliance" began life riding high in the approval polls, sandwiched between an increasingly out of touch Labour Party and a deeply unpopular Conservative government. In 1981, many assumed Alliance would soon govern Britain.


And now our tale can begin.
 
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Part I
Part I

Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"26 November, 1981. Strange bodings in the House. 25 Tory MPs wrote a letter to The Lady demanding she not make the Budget too dry for their wet tastes. Treasonous buggers. Labour have had its Gang of Four and now we may have a Gang of 25. Some journo from 'The Times' called me for a comment, I naturally replied, 'Mrs. Thatcher won't negotiate with terrorists.' The Lady herself called me after that. Her voice was as sensuous as her wrists and just as delicate. She thanked me. Am aroused. Perhaps a Cabinet position in the next reshuffle?"


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Shockingly, in hindsight, neither Roy Jenkins, nor Dr. David Owen, nor Shirley Williams went about recruiting disaffected Tory MPs in the systematic way they went about recruiting Labour MPs into the SDP, and this at a time of high discontent within the Parliamentary Conservative and Unionist Party over Margaret Thatcher's policies. Of the Gang of Four, only Bill Rodgers seems to have been willing to make a serious effort to reach across the aisle, despite Roy Jenkins having much closer ties to the prominent mutinous Tories."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"My lunch with Norman St John-Stevas, while a delight, proved unfruitful. He remained committed to the Tories, stating flatly, 'It was my party before it was Tina's, and it will be mine after she's thrown out.' When I asked why he had called Mrs. Thatcher 'Tina,' his eyes twinkled with delight, 'Oh it's short for "there is no alternative." The woman lives in a world of black and white, while mine is much more colorful.' Colorful as it was, he could not imagine not wearing the blue Tory rosette. Francis Pym gave me a polite hearing, but shook his head, mimicking the Roy Hattersley 'my party, right or wrong' line. Roy Hattersley was willing to go down with the Labour ship, and Pym was willing to do the same with the Thatcherite Tory one. Ted Heath did not elect to return my calls. Ian Gilmour felt it necessary to return my call just to abuse me. He told me my recruitment was 'despicable, for it weakened the nation.' He thought of himself as a leader of a back-bench Tory rebellion against Thatcherism and me as a sod enticing his soldiers to put down their guns and run off into the wilderness. Jim Prior's response was maddeningly cryptic, he said he believed when a government calls upon a man to serve in Northern Ireland, it is his duty to obey. He had just been removed as Secretary of Employment and sent off to be Secretary for Northern Ireland and chose to put a positive spin on what was in essence an exile.

I then 'moved' down from current and former Cabinet ministers and began to cold-called liberal Tory backbenchers. It was after a third frustrating a call that my phone rang and I found an almost amused Peter Walker on the other line. 'Ian told me to give a riot act for attempting to suborn the core of our Great Rebellion.' I waited for the riot act, but none was forthcoming. 'What is your plan exactly?' he inquired almost lazily. I recited it by rote. He listened carefully and sighed. 'Why must you ruin the careers of bright young things with your silly Children's Crusade, Bill? You know a centre party has no roots and therefore no hope.' At this I became quite incensed and said a great deal of impolite things. He did not hang up during the harangue as I suspected. Instead he gave instruction, 'Your calls are of no great help. Jim does not want to fight from outside, but from within, same as Michael Heseltine. He will not leave the Cabinet, until he is sacked by Margaret. Ted will never join you, because he thinks you're merely the respectable face of socialism. Ian believes it was his party long before it was Maggie's and will fight for his corner. Francis does not wish to be party to any a 'gang' or any political organization with the words 'social democrat' in it. And dear Norman rather likes being respectable, all appearance to contrary. Though you were quite right not to call poor Doug Hurd. He is a second generation Tory and as a diplomat can put up with a lot, even Margaret at her worst. They will never leave the Party.' I had a chance to cool and instead of barracking asked, 'And what of you?' He said, 'I don't give a toss about Europe.' I chose another question then, 'Do you give a toss about unemployment at three million and the budget making it even worse?' There was silence. He then repeated his admonition about me calling the liberal backbenchers but with a much different tone of voice. It was hard to pin down, but I guessed he was telling me leave off to not make the situation worse, for me and for them. Given the frustration I felt at previous lunches and calls, I acquiesced his request. I wish I could tell you I knew where it would lead, but I had no idea."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Upon finishing his report from the dispatch box as Minister of State for Agriculture, Fisheries and Food, Peter Walker set down his report and walked across the aisle to join SDP. On cue, he was joined by Robert Hicks (Bodmin), Stephen Dorrell (Loughbroough), Hugh Dykes (Harrow East), David Knox (Leek), Chris Patten (Bath) and Keith Stainton (Sudbury and Woodbridge) to cries of 'shame' and 'traitors' from the Conservative benches, confused murmur from Labour and raucous applause from SDP MPs."


Michael Gove, Margaret Thatcher: The Official Authorized Biography: Volume IV: 1983 - 1985 (Fourth Estate, 2000):

"Although much was made in the press at the time of the Fisheries Minister defecting from the Party, on the whole, it had no long term impact on the Conservative Party."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998):

"Mr. Walker's defection was damaging to Mrs. Thatcher in both the short and the long term. Beyond the initial wave of bad press and the public revelation of fault lines within Mrs. Thatcher's government, it also robbed her of a minister with crucial experience in industrial strife."


Roy Jenkins, Centre Ground, (Harper Collins, 1991):

"The impact of Bill's (Rodgers) recruitment of Tory MPs into the SDP cannot be overstated enough. It allowed the SDP to be truly seen in the eyes of the public as a real centre party, not just a left of centre party. For although Chris Patten might be mistaken by an aggressively ignorant lager lout for a liberal, no such characterization could ever be laid at the feet of Keith Stainton."


Keith Stainton, Torpedo Run, (Penguin Books, 1984):

"It was made abundantly clearly to me the new Tory Party leadership regarded me as not worth of favour with my constituency being abolished and no new seat offered. After twenty years of service in Parliament I was to be put out to pasture due to peevish nature of the men and woman whom I served. They broke the bond of Party loyalty, but then reassured me a directorship of some firm in the City would be found for me to make my old age comfortable. I was insulted. I never considered myself a liberal, but when Chris (Patten) called, I gave him a polite hearing and found myself agreeing with the things he said about Europe."


Dick Taverne, Vagabond, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1988):

"For his actions during World War 2, Mr. Stainton was awarded the Légion d'honneur, the Croix de Guerre avec Palme and a citation à l'ordre de L'Armée. He is a war hero. And he was to be sidelined in favor of some nameless nonentity who probably spent a lifetime in a bank and spoke of unemployment as an academic issue. It struck a nerve. Upon hearing Mr. Stainton being denigrated for defecting to SDP by fellow Tory MP Rhodes Boyson, Robert Boscawen, virulently right wing but also a World War 2 veteran who had three tanks destroyed out from under him and his face half-burnt from one such encounter, rounded on the man and said, 'And what did you do during the War?' To the dismay of all assembled, Mr. Boyson attempted to bluster and answered he had served his nation in the Royal Navy when he was called up in 1945 and was stationed off India for the duration of the War. Mr. Boscawen said nothing. He did not have to say anything. He just looked on, with his one good eye. Mr. Boyson shrunk, skulked off and then had to write a cringing note of apology to Mr. Boscawen and Mr. Stainton. From then on, it became official Thatcherite policy not to discuss Tory defectors."



Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"7 December, 1981. The Lady calls. (Douglas) Hurd is to take over for The Traitor at the Fisheries. Minister of Europe position is open. Lord Carrington and the entire wet Foreign Office needs watching and she will therefore send John Moore to replace Hurd as Minister of Europe. Christ. That pretty twat. She asks me to be Under-Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs. I am to be tea-boy to an aging wet and a dry milksop (or is it milkmaid?). But naturally I agree. I suppose it is something."


Harold Evans, Good Times, Bad Times, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1983):

"I knew why Roy Jenkins approached me to schedule a lunch with Rupert Murdoch. The attempt to woo 'The Independent,' 'The Guardian' and the 'The Daily Star' resulted in nothing more than platitudes on the part of their owners, editors and staff to treat the new party fairly. But I did feel the need to warn, 'You do know he's a rabid Thatcherite?' Roy assured he understood, but felt on the balance a lunch would to more good than harm. I agreed, and left the details of the luncheon in the capable hands of our managing director, but detected something was wrong shortly before the invitations were to be finalized. The place where the lunch was to take place rang a false note with me and I went ahead to scout it. For reasons only known to him, Gerald had reserved a table long enough to accommodate every officer in the Irish Guards. Given the guest was list was nine, I felt the need to ask the host to find a more intimate setting.

The intimacy did not assuage the bellicose opening salvos of the meeting, when Rupert, in that undomesticated Australian way of his, told Roy they (SDP) 'were all crap.' Roy, for once in his life, was caught unawares, but Bill Rodgers welcomed the tone and responded quickly. They had a rather brisk back and forth, during which Rupert was smiling at the cheek of it. The lunch went swimmingly after that and Rupert instructed me to have 'The Times' give the SDP as much ink as they could stand, at the expense of Labour. This was in November of '81. Then came Peter Walker and the rest, and suddenly, in February of '82, I was told to only cover the Tories and pretend no other parties existed. What happened next depends on whom you believe. I quit. Or I was sacked. On the sum of it, my contribution to The Rise of SDP was to keep them in the papers for four extra months. There, my crime is laid bare before you."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"I said out loud to Rupert what Roy, Shirley and David could not. By promoting SDP as a safe left-of-centre alternative to Labour, SDP would gain at the expense of Labour and weaken and isolate it even further. This was music to his Australian Thatcherite ears. If Churchill made a deal with Stalin to beat Hitler, then I could make a deal with Rupert Murdoch. We gained press when we needed it most, before the influx of former Tories brought us free publicity."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"The much welcome inclusion of defecting Tories had another happy byproduct, SDP branding. Roy (Jenkins) for reasons quite unknown to me was only too happy to drift in a fog of vague intentions. In the hearts and minds of voters, SDP was more defined by what it opposed rather than for what it stood. And while some were satisfied with being an ambiguous mush of being not quite Labour, I wanted more. Peter Walker's entry forced other members of SDP leadership to come to terms with being more than not quite Labour. We then set of principles by which we stood to explain to the voters who we were."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"The polls were much in our favor, at the expense of Labour who fell from 46% support to 23%, the biggest fall ever recorded in a single year by any party in British history. When asked how many seats I expected to contest at the next election, I quite offhandedly said, 'Oh little less than half I should think - 300.' It touched off a firestorm. I thought I was being ridiculously optimistic, given I thought our ceiling was 60 MPs before we formed SDP, and that 60 was with the Liberal MPs included. But I was at once assailed by David Owen for being too timid and 'surrendering' more than half of the hypothetical SDP seats to the Liberals before any serious negotiations on seat allocation could begin. While the Liberal Party Exalted Dear Leader David Steel sent me a rather poisonous note lamenting how I was asking Liberal Party activists to make sacrifices. All this from one off-hand remark. Subsequent negotiations and renegotiations tested me in a ways I had not felt since I found myself seated across from Tony Benn at Cabinet. I found the Liberals to be disorganized and naïve. I rather think they found us cold blooded. Mike Thomas in particular roused them to great heights of indignation."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"My approach regarding the exact nature of the so-called alliance between SDP and the Liberal Party was undermined from the very start by powerful forces from within the SDP. Roy Jenkins and Bill Rodgers proved by their actions to be friendlier towards the Liberals than the members of their Party. Roy's peculiar loyalties could be traced back to his great love of Liberal Prime Ministers and their Parties of a bygone era as revealed in his biographies of them. He did not see the Liberals of the 1980s for what they were: naïve, disorganized and hopelessly consumed with local issues. Bill Rodgers, however, has no such excuse. I truly do not understand his attitude towards the Liberals, nor can I ever excuse it."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"Mike's take-no-prisoners approach at negotiations resulted in me receiving a series of increasingly frantic calls by a succession of sobbing women, pleading to know why I had ruined the lives of their husbands by not allowing them run as Liberal candidates in Hastings, Harlow, Saffron Walden and York. I had done no such thing. And neither had Mike. But he had driven the Liberals to the brink and in the process driven me along with him. It was time to go public and clear the air to prevent this whispering campaign on the parts of the Liberals. I made up my mind to call Adam Raphael at 'The Observer.' But Adam went on a skiing trip, and so I called Harold Evans at 'The Times' instead. Harold listened carefully and said, 'Do you really think I should publish this? It might cause a bit of harm.' I paused and realized I gave into a weaker impulse and told him not to publish the story. With a heavy heart I told Mike I had to replace him with David (Marquand) in the Seat Allocation Committee. He did not take it well and I got an earful from David Owen on the subject. But Roy stood firm and David Steel climbed down as well. In the end, we did end up splitting the seats half-half. It was a tempest in a teapot."


Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"20 March, 1982. Trouble in the Falklands. The bloody Argies sent a force of 'civilian scientists' and 'scrap metal workers' to Leith Habour in South Georgia. Once the BAS (British Antarctic Survey) found their balls and ventured to look, they found clearly military personnel in civilian clothes defacing British property and creating a base camp with the Argie flag flying high. The bastards felt so much the lords of the manor they even murdered a reindeer! Reindeer. One of Earth's most beautiful creations was murdered by some no doubt peasant with a poof mustache and skin the color of my luggage. They shot him. Shot! Landing with firearms is a clear violation of law. I immediately suggested we send Marines to expel them, but Lord Carrington hemmed and hawed and John Moore just smiled a lot and tried his hardest to look like JFK. Idiots! I spelled it out to them: military men posing as civilians is a prelude to invasion since time immemorial. The Russians just had done it in Afghanistan. Lord Carrington blinked once or twice during all this and assured me (General) Galtieri was just posturing. Hell of a posture. Our territory was invaded by armed men posing as civilians. At this his lordship told me he may be willing to send a delegation to ask the invaders to have their passports stamped! Neville Chamberlain had more balls than this man. I asked what would happen should the invaders refuse, and he said he would then explore options. What options? We were invaded by armed men posing as civilians. He told me to try to keep things in perspective, as it was quite a small number of men. Of course it is small, they are setting up a base camp, you fool. More men will follow. John Moore then suggested we send a ship instead of a delegation to signal our seriousness, but his lordship objected to the 'escalation.' We were invaded by armed men posing as civilians and they shot one of the most beautiful creatures on Earth and he frets over 'escalation.' We spent hours going in circles until Not JFK got his lordship to agree to send a ship, but with no Royal Marines on it. Cowards. Argies will smell our fear and send in more brown peasants to murder more of our wildlife. Unless they think there are armed Marines onboard. A call to a friendly soul at 'The Sun' might suggest it."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998):

"Whatever may be said of Mr. Clark, it is worth noting he may have singlehandedly averted a war with Argentina in 1983 over Falklands. Recently declassified information from the United States State Department indicates a faction of the admirals within the Argentine junta were pressing for an invasion of the Falklands. The plan was not well conceived and not fully supported by the army elements within the junta. To test the feasibility of the invasion and gauge British response, a base camp was to be set up in South Georgia. The plotters argued the British response would be feeble. When a ship was dispatched with what the papers erroneously described as a battalion of heavily armed Royal Marines, thanks to Mr. Clark's leak, it was decided the British would fight. Attention then turned away from Falklands and unto Chile. The resulting short war with Chile brought down the junta following a string of embarrassing defeats inflicted upon the Argentinian armed forces. Mr. Clark therefore may be considered an awkward hero for democracy, at least in Argentina."


Roy Jenkins, Centre Ground, (Harper Collins, 1991):

"On 25 March, 1982 I re-entered the House of Commons, having won the Glasgow Hillhead by-election in what was considered a very safe Tory seat. To say I was elated would be an understatement worthy of parody. Beyond the quite obvious fact of winning, the most precious gain was my newfound love of campaigning. Love is not too strong a word for it. I had never been an energetic campaigner, regarding the exercise as a dreadful medical procedure one must undergo every four to five years to be able to perform a higher task. But in Glasgow Hillhead, buffeted by the positive experience of engaging people without fear of offending anyone and being shocked by the overwhelmingly pleasant feedback from voters genuinely wanting to learn more about SDP positions on a wide range of topics, I found myself not having to gin up my grin. I began to think either the people have changed or I have mellowed in my age. The latter struck me as more likely when I found myself campaigning against Ted Heath of all people. Mr. Heath had come out to support the Tory candidate and was seen to laugh and smile and not be rude to anyone but Labour voters. Watching the most awkward man in high politics brimming with what to an untrained eye at close quarters came dangerously close bonhomie made one wonder. If Mr. Heath could find peaceful in his political twilight, then surely Roy Jenkins could find himself changing as well in his new role? It was only later, upon entering the House and finding it a much ruder and more awful place, with my spirits dampened by the end of first day there that made me revise my thesis. Mayhap it was the people and Mr. Heath who had changed and not I."


Simon Hoggart, Yet Another Political Sketch Book, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1982):

"For years Mr. Heath suffered from an undiagnosed thyroid condition. It left him feeling drowsy, unable to concentrate and moody. The changes were so gradual even his doctor at first did not recognize the signs until it was nearly too late. After a medical procedure was conducted (ha!), Mr. Heath approached life with a new lease and became an almost changed man. Oh the moodiness remained, but a new vitality was detected as he began to actively campaign for Tory candidates, with or without their consent. The one-time most unpopular man in the Tory party won adherents with each whistle stop. He did not believe, or at least I hope he does not, he can be Leader again, but he seems to be staking more than a little on the belief the next election will be much confused and might force an electoral pact between the Tories and SDP. If such a pact is made, it is highly unlikely Mrs. Thatcher would be able to continue as the Leader of the Party or the nation. The new man (or woman) in charge might then lean upon a former Prime Minister quite willing and able to serve his Party and nation in the Cabinet."
 
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Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"19 April, 1982. First day after the Easter recess. Fresh unemployment figures prove there are over three million unemployed in the UK. The reds try to make a meal out of it, but flail about and don't savage anyone. But the true lowlight comes when Roy Jenkins shanked the ball into the twelfth row. Awful. The SDP are finished if this man is to be their leader. Pleasant promise. As was the note of promise by Jeff (Jeffrey Archer) for the Party and The Lady to find a better place for me after the next general election. Took Jeff out to celebrate. Did not indulge. I don't like paying for it. Though I paid for his entertainment. The man's politics are sound, but his tastes are ghastly."


Roy Jenkins, Centre Ground, (Harper Collins, 1991):

"I found I hated the House of Commons. It was a shocking admission to myself. The House witnessed scenes of some of my greatest triumphs, but not in '82. The rudeness of the times quite overwhelmed me. I was also fundamentally unfit to be a leader of a small party of 31 MPs. One got used to the great roar of support from the backbenches when one was a Labour minister and one became dependent on it. There was no roar to be had with 30 cohorts. Less so with not all of them being bothered to attend. And even less so while being heckled by the bully boys of both Parties. There was another factor which may make me sound peevish, but I have had the great pleasure of being at the dispatch box as a minister since 1964. The loss of a natural place to place ones notes was of a great discomfort to me. I had to fumble about with my notes while clutching them with one hand, as MPs would catcall (falsely) about my fly being open. It was not an ideal place to find oneself while attempting to make a speech. Being a member of a minor party meant one did not have a right of place to be called upon by Speaker after someone from the government made a pronouncement. Nor was it automatic after the main opposition party responded to the words of the government minister. One had to bob up and down to catch attention between a tennis game of two parties, both of whom were utterly disinterested with you, all the while hoping to catch the eye of the Speaker. I found myself being quite squeamish about the whole thing and let a lot of people down. The House did not love me, nor did I love it anymore. I had found myself yearning to campaign rather than attend the House, a drastic reversal of my previous philosophical preference."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"The most pleasant portend of my philosophy of alliance with the SDP came in the Beaconsfield by-election, where SDP stood aside and allowed our Liberal candidate to come in second to the Conservative candidate, with Labour coming in a distant third."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"There is no such thing as a moral victory in politics. You win or you lose, and in Beaconsfield, the Liberals lost. And lost by a far wider margin than anywhere else and yet the Liberals were happy for it. They simply did not know how to win."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"Three years of leftist rot showed itself first at Beaconsfield. Not that Mr. Blair had any hope of winning there as a Labour candidate, but he had come in third and lost his deposit. It did not help our case for Labour to be consumed by philosophical issues wholly irrelevant to the daily needs of the working class British people. I never regarded Tony Benn's challenge for the Deputy Leadership of the Party in '81 as an attack on me. But I did regard it as an attack on the Party unity at a time we needed it the most. We were reaping the whirlwind."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"In the whirlwind excitement of the creation and expansion of SDP I neglected my constituency, which was problematic for a number reasons not the least of which I had lost six of my most stolid wards to the new constituency of Stockton South. Stockton South also included chunks of Ian Wigglesworth's soon to be abolished Thornaby constituency. I, in the meanwhile, had inherited some profoundly Tory rural additions to the newly formed Stockton North. Ian bravely offered to take North and I take South, but if Ian were to win it would be in the South, while I felt I could win in the North. Then came BBC North programme called 'The Defectors.' It featured a discussion on Ian and me. It was led by a Labour journalist and used a Labour academic to push the an awkwardly phrased poll to insinuate SDP support in Stockton fell from 39% in January of '81 to 21% in January of '83. I wrote a letter of complaint. As did Ian. Nothing came of it, and I was feeling quite low, but then came Bermondsey."


Bob Mellish, Right in the Heart of Labour, (Penguin Books, 1984):

"Much has been written about Bermondsey by-election in '83 by the illegitimate-left and the Tony Benn fan club, so I am compelled to explain my actions there. I previously made it known that I would retire from Parliament at the time of the next general election and challenged my constituency party to find a suitable replacement. They found Peter Tatchell instead. Tatchell was a draft dodger from Australia, but this I could almost abide as I have met many committed pacifists under the broad church of my Labour Party and Bryan Gould was a Kiwi and I did not held it against him. Tatchell was a unilateralist, but this too I could abide, for the Labour Party harboured within its ranks more than a few of those who truly believed we could ban our deterrent against Soviet aggression and be safer for it, foolish a notion as it was. Tatchell wanted immediate withdrawal of troops out of Northern Ireland, no matter the consequences, and this too I could make myself abide for there were men and some women in Parliament who held this wrong view. Tatchell was for increasing rights to poofs, and this too I almost abided despite my Roman Catholic faith, for I was a former Chief Whip of the Party and had long ago taught myself to tolerate sinners if not the sin itself. All this I could stomach for I had to stomach much worse in my active political years, but there was one crime I truly regarded as unpardonable - disloyalty. Tatchell helped exclude many of my friends and loyal Party supporters from standing as local councilors. Some of these men and women fought for the Party before he was born and he would chuck them aside as spent fags simply because they did hold his political views, while asking others who did not hold his views to vote for him. This I could not and would not abide. Knowing he would be swept along into Parliament in the general election as a Labour candidate in a safe Labour seat, I therefore decided to retire early and force a by-election and do my utmost to not see him take my old seat."


Screaming Lord Sutch, Life as Sutch: The Official Autobiography of an Official Raving Loony, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1984):

"My second by-election (and my fifth election overall) was the first time I ran as the official candidate of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. I got 97 votes and was pleased to note that my appearance led to an increase the deposit to £1,500 from the customary £150 just to discourage folk such as me. On the whole of it, it was a wonderful experience though marred as it was by some of the abuse Peter Tatchel received as the official Labour candidate. Mr. Tatchel was a dedicated young man, but he did not appear to be very dedicated to winning. He simply assumed he would win the election by appearing with a red rosette on his lapel. You could hardly blame him though, the Labour Party had a 20,000 plus majority. They should not have lost to the Liberal Party candidate."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"Bermondsey was undoubtedly an SDP victory. Our members proved our mettle and we managed to elect a Liberal in the dark red heart of Labour."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"When and where has an Opposition Party ever lost a seat with a twenty odd thousand majority at a time the unemployment is going through the roof? I tell you - February, 1983 at Bermondsey. That really was the pits. And the general election was coming up in June. We had four months to save the Labour Party. The first step - getting rid of Michael (Foot). He had to go. I rang up Roy (Hattersley), but he would do nothing. I called twenty or more friends, but each one hesitated. Bryan Gould, enjoying the spell of the civilian life as a journalist at the time, put it to me straight, 'They're all waiting for the Darlingon by-election results'."


Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"28 February, 1983. A most perversely wonderful poll finds 38% of the good people of England think Michael Foot would make a good Prime Minister. 38%. By comparison Douglas-Home polls at 42%. The much maligned out of touch 'Tory aristo' who has been out of the public eye since losing to Wilson in '64 commands more respect twenty years after the fact that Foot today. It is enough to dance. The Lady comes in at 60%. Victory is in the air. Darlington is next. If we win there, we can stop the SDP train dead and then we are left with just the Footies at the general. Must call The Coven to see if one of the three can fly up to London. Perhaps two?"


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"In the nineteenth century, Michael (Foot) would have thrived. He might have well have been a major political force - maybe even another Disraeli. But it was the twentieth century, not nineteenth, and Michael was too learned and too intellectual for our age. Thatcher, Lawson and Parkinson knew how to appeal to the worst instincts of the working class. Foot was utterly incapable of appealing to their better ones. Like Kinnock, he could be superb in a mass meetings, but worse than useless in giving a quick sharp knock explanation the TV public craved."


Michael Gallagher, Wanderer, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"In 1983, when I switched from Labour to SDP and found myself the sole representative of my new party in the European Parliament, more than one committed socialist Continental journalist would interview me with undisguised disgust and find half dozen ways to call me a 'traitor' without actually using the word. To them I said what I say now. I worked in the coalfields of Nottinghamshire. I was a member of the National Union of Mineworkers. I obtained a university education due a Trade Union Congress scholarship. I fought for Labour at its (then) lowest point, in 1979, when Mrs. Thatcher won an election on back of the Winter of Discontent. I was elected to European Parliament by a slim majority, helped by the hard working men of the National Union of Mineworkers. I was a trade unionist and a Labour man at the time the trade unions and Labour relationship was at its (then) lowest. I paid my dues and have the scars to show for it. I fought for my party and my union, and fought for my leader - Jim Callaghan, just as well as I fought for my previous leader Harold Wilson. But Michael Foot was not my leader. He was a unilateralist anti-European. The loony left elected a man they knew was unelectable in the general election to satisfy their baser instincts. They killed my Labour Party. I said before Darlington, I say it now and I will say it for as long as I will live."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Darlington by-election showed Labour was willing to learn from its mistakes, partially. Michael Foot appeared on the campaign trail in his now infamous donkey jacket, but the candidate he stumped for was a quiet 55 year old lecturer Ossie O'Brien: no member of the Tatchel generation. Mr. O'Brien was well versed on local issues and his humorous attempts at unfunny jokes with terrible puns quickly won over the press. He was a gray flannel non-entity designed to present a respectable face of Labour Party at-war-with-itself. All questions about Mr. Foot's future as a Party leader was deftly redirected by Mr. O'Brien to hot button local issue of unemployment."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"In anticipation of the general election, we requested lists of prospective candidates for all constituencies earmarked to have SDP candidates. When handed a list for Darlington in the Fall of '82 I was disappointed but told there were no better men to be had. The by-election caught us unawares and I was going to go along with the local candidate when Peter (Walker) called."


Chris Patten, Roamer, (HarperCollins, 1995):

"Darlington presented an opportunity for us to show the flag for the centre-right faction of the SDP. Peter (Walker) and I called Tim (Timothy John Robert Kirkhope) and asked him if he would mind running in Darlington as he had in '79 General Election, but this time as an SDP man. He was pro-Europe and, in the crabbed parlance of the day, a wet, and he did not see a future for himself among the Tories, so he accepted. The next day, he was told by his fellow Senior Partners at the Newcastle law firm Wilkinson, Marshall, Clayton and Gibson he would have to resign right away to avoid any appearance of impropriety and political bias for the firm, despite him having every right to hold unto that position until he was elected. Such behavior was typical of the pressures our allies experienced and did much to prevent more defectors from joining our ranks."


Screaming Lord Sutch, Life as Sutch: The Official Autobiography of an Official Raving Loony, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1984):

"After Bermondsey everyone assumed Darlington would be a walkover for the Alliance, but I found the atmosphere much changed on the ground. Unlike in Bermondsey where traditional Labour vote was split between Tatchel and a splinter group, in Darlington the Labour Party was quite unified. They were also less inclined to vote for SDP to 'protest.' So much publicity about the 'Death of Labour' came from Bermondsey that Labour voters were determined to prove all wrong and to fight for their Party. Those who were disaffected often told me they could not vote for me or SDP because that would be throwing the vote away. All through February, it did not portend well for SDP in Darlington."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998):

"On 20 March 1983, the Sunday before the Darlington by-election a story was leaked in the Sunday papers accusing the Conservative candidate Michael Fallon of drinking and driving offences. Mr. Fallon did not defend himself with much vigor and it soon became apparent the offences were true. The polls which had indicated a Labour victory prior suddenly showed a collapse of the Tory vote. SDP won, yet again, setting off a new crisis among Labour."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Longman, 1993):

"Darlington was worse than Bermondsey. If Bermondsey could be explained away by Tatchel and the circus, Darlington could not be explained away by anything other than Michael (Foot). He had to go. There was no doubt in my mind. But my round of calls gave no results, again. Roy (Hattersley) spend thirty minutes dancing around the topic but it came down to him not having the guts to stick the knife. Bryan Gould told me it was too late to do anything. The Labour Party was paralyzed and heading for defeat. The only question was would we come in third or second? I had not joined The Party to try to come in second. I wanted to fight. Then I got a call from John Golding. He told me to stand down. Furiously I raged at him over the phone for the better part of a third of an hour, when I paused for breath, he simply said, 'We will fight this election on Tony Benn's terms; and we will hang the left with their own policies, after we lose the election.' Harder men than I were determined to save the Labour Party by letting its maniacs burn it down to the ground, just to incriminate the nutters. That was the level of despair. Before I could find a bottle to drown myself in, Peter Shore called."
 
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Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 3, Near Power 1983, (HarperCollins, 1994):

"25 March, 1983. Jeff (Jeffrey Archer) is quite worried about Darlington. Thinks it shows SDP is not stealing Labour voters, but ours. Made quite a case for it, but I do not think one seat with one awful candidate should be used to build philosophical models. On a brighter note, ugly rumors about Labour."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"Peter (Shore) called me on the morning after Darlington. He told me Michael (Foot) was going to step down, for health reasons, and I would run in his place. 'And why am I hearing this from you and not Michael,' I asked. 'Because he doesn't know it yet. You will be made Leader and lead us into a respectable defeat with Neil (Kinnock) as your Deputy and then you'd step aside in favour of Neil.' I was dismayed. What possible lift could be gained from changing leader midstream with rumours of general election in the offing? There was also an insipid element to the whole thing. Had I taken over in March, the leftists would surely be dismayed and the Kinnock as the Prince of Wales explanation would have to be trotted out. It would do a so-called 'soft left' Kinnock no favors to be seen as making backroom deals with a 'right-winger' such as I to dump Foot on the eve of the rumoured election in the largely left Electoral College determining the next Leader. Our deal would permanently damage Kinnock's chances to succeed as Leader while gaining us no votes. The only gain would be to the soft left candidacy of one Peter Shore. It was a Wilsonite plot by a (former) Wilsonite lapdog. I rejected it out of hand."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"I will not dignify the comments Mr. Healey's made regarding me in his autobiography, but will say this, had Foot been replaced with Healey three months before the election we would have done better, for we could hardly have done worse."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998):

"The May 1983 local council English and Welsh elections impacted all 36 metropolitan boroughs, all 296 English districts and all 37 Welsh districts. Since the heady rush of winning 1,000 plus council seats in 1977, each year saw the Conservatives under Mrs. Thatcher lose seats on local councils, until 1983. The gain was modest (less than 100 seats), but was interpreted by the Tory political augurs as a sign the British people (or at least those living in England and Wales) were feeling better about the economic outlook of their nation and their prospects. The lone voice of dissent in the Cabinet, Jim Prior, suggested an October election might be better, but Mrs. Thatcher agreed with the hawks and called for an election in June of 1983, slightly less than a year before it was required. Mrs. Thatcher did not know what 1984 would bring and did not wish to trap herself in having to call an election in May of 1984 regardless of circumstances. Although the Alliance of SDP and Liberals gained council seats at the locale elections, it was not at the tempo many political observers expected and was seen by some as a portend of a cooling of British public infatuation with the SDP."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"As soon as the general election was announced, I read the tea leaves and realized my seat was going to be lost barring my Labour opponent Nick Brown being found in bed with a rent-boy and concentrated on the real task at hand: figuring out how many seats SDP would win versus those captured by the Liberals. The numbers were staggering. SDP faced a two-to-one deficit against the Liberals in almost every scenario. I immediately called Dr. David Owen."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"As a doctor I generally do not believe on performing a postmortem on a still breathing patient, but Mike's analysis was rather intriguing and brought up several issues I felt were present on the doorstep. Time and time again our activists reported confusion over the Liberal-SDP alliance when it came to leadership. David Steel and Roy Jenkins as co-leads of an amorphous alliance did not sit well with a British public historically expectant of a single strong leader. More than a few times we were told by prospective voters to 'figure it all out.' I was determined to do it, but after the general election."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"Darlington invigorated my own flagging campaign in Stockton. More people began to show at my two-a-day surgeries as I covered every district in my constituency. It was in the midst of this process that I received a summons from the Liberal Party Exalted Dear Leader to attend a meeting previously pegged to take place at London at his home in the Scottish Borders instead. In the course of a meandering call, David suggested the dual nature of Roy Jenkins and he as the leaders of the Alliance was confusing the voters and it would be best if he (David Steel) was made the Leader of the Alliance. 'Have you talked about this with Roy,' I asked flatly. I was told it was cleared with Roy. We were 10 days away from the general election, how would switching leader mid-gallop and mid-stream be regarded as anything but desperate and pathetic by the electorate? Roy, for all his recent reluctance in the Commons, was a consummate politician. Why would he agree to this? I tried to call him, but could not get in contact. He was out on the road campaigning. I got his wife instead and related the substance of my conversation with David. Jennifer stopped me short, 'Don't believe a single word Steel says. Roy never said anything of the kind to me.' Relieved and angry at the same time, I resolved to cross Hadrian's Wall and go into Scotland as Cromwell. I found the Exalted Dear Leader almost alone in his house, as there was heavy fog preventing those who were joining us by helicopter whereas I simply motored. He had a biro and a leather ledger with him containing what could only be described as Roy's abdication waiting for Roy's signature. We had it out, right there and then and that was the last I heard of it, until after the general election."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (David Steel Press, 1989):

"Roy Jenkins and I were both enthused by the responses of the crowds while out campaigning and predicted we would win close to a 100 seats."


Chris Patten, Roamer, (HarperCollins, 1995):

"We avoided public declarations, but privately I had hoped for 125 seats."


Michael Gallagher, Wanderer, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"I thought the Alliance would take 150 seats."


David Ian Marquand, Nomad, (HarperCollins, 1990):

"175 seats for the Alliance was not out of the question in my mind in '83."


Dick Taverne, Vagabond, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1988):

"I thought it likely the Liberals and us would win 100 seats."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"The day before the election, I rang up Jack Diamond in London and asked for him to collect all of my things from the House of Commons rooms. In the event I lost, I had no intention of returning there to pick my things and make the long walk I had seen other colleagues make during my years as Stockton's MP. By the dawn's early light, on 10 June, 1983 I learned I was to be Stockton's MP for the foreseeable future. I was elated. As were my children, though they assured me they had voted Labour."


Peter Walker, A United Kingdom, (Hamish Hamilton, 1987):

"Mike Thomas arranged for all the former Tory SDP MPs to share a conference phone line on the eve of the election, we immediately began referring to as 'The Kremlin Line.' I knew I would lose my seat, but had hoped the men who bravely followed me into the SDP would not be treated cruelly by their constituencies. Half were. Of the six Conservatives who followed me into SDP and the one who preceded me, three fell with me: Chris Patten, Christopher Brocklebank-Fowler and the retiring Keith Stainton. I will not betray the privacy of what was shared on The Line that night, nor will I relay some of the gloating phone calls I received that night from those MPs who chose to stay with Mrs. Thatcher despite their personal politics. But I will say, on a much sunnier note, a strong bond grew between the Eclectic Eight as we dubbed ourselves during that long, dark night."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"I won my seat in '83 by sheer luck, and this was at Dagenham, where a previous Labour MP once had his electioneering agent campaign for him under the slogan, 'Give him a 40,000 majority.' I got less than 3,000 and was very glad to have it. Our shambolic campaign coupled with SDP and Liberal siphoning our votes and buoyant economy handed Tories an easy victory."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"In 1983, after a four year recession and being out of power, the main opposition party lost a net of 77 seats from the previously already disastrous election, received the lowest total popular vote since 1935, lost more deposits (119) in a single election than in the previous eleven elections combined (84), and got the lowest vote per candidate since its inception. General Braddock did better in 1755."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Longman, 1993):

"I stayed up to watch Tony Benn lose his seat, along with his lickspittles Tony Banks and Margaret Beckett. It was the only positive gained during the entire ugly night. To this day I do not know the damage '83 did to the Party. It surely delayed the Parliamentary careers of many Labour men and women and permanently damaged even more. John (Goulding) called me on the morning after and said, 'Now we can fight.' And so we did. Though I still mourn for the lost."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"When Tony came in third at Beaconsfield by-election and lost his deposit I thought it a brave show and reassured him it was all he could do given the hand he was dealt, when I came in fourth at North Thanet and lost my deposit I was not very brave, but Tony was brave for the both of us. I remember raging against everything and everyone at coming to the brilliant conclusion we must immediately defect, I would join the Liberals and Tony the SDP and then we'd finally win. He let me spew nonsense such as this for a good half hour before asking, 'And then what?' I did not have a good answer. 'Power without principle is barren.' Just as I was getting ready for throw something at him, he took my hands into his and quickly followed up with, 'And why do I have to be SDP while you get to become a Liberal?' I laughed. It was all I could do at that point."


Robin Cook, Scottish Labours, (Longman, 1994):

"At the time, I regarded my defeat in the general election as nothing more than a blip in my career. I had failed to appreciate the utterly historic impact of Labour's defeat in '83."


Peter Mandelson, The Revolution Will be Televised, (Faber, 1996)

"If 1982 made me take a sabbatical from politics, 1983 put me off it for good. Some of my friends suggested I join SDP, but I could not. Today it is no more easier for me to explain to you what The Party meant to me and the people of my generation than a historian can truly explain the role of The Church in the lives of 16th century men and women. But while I did not reject The Party, I did not hold or defend it either. I was after all not working for the publically funded BBC, I was working for a private enterprise and in 1983 the Labour brand was dead and deeply unpopular with every corporate client. Every respectable TV producer and their advertisers were convinced supporting Labour would lead to nothing but heartbreak or an inability to purchase a BMW, which in those days amounted to the same thing."


Gordon Brown, Saving the World, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"I had no regrets about the Party's decision to award Dick Douglas Dunfermline West and have me contest Dunfermline East instead, though I would say given Dick's later defection the Party may have regrets of their own. The seat was winnable. On paper my main opponent was a Tory, with an SDP candidate who mattered little to me at the time. The man was not just outside the constituency when he was selected by his party, nor was he just outside Scotland, nor even the UK, he was barely in same hemisphere as the rest of us, taking his studies at Indiana, United States. I dismissed him out of hand, and was beaten soundly by him in the general election. The next two days were a bit of blur and I dare say I felt very sorry for myself, despite having a roof over my head, a comfortable bed to sleep in, a warm meal to eat, working electricity, cold and hot running water and the benefits of a health service not yet gutted by Thatcherism. I was whinging. Then Margaret called. She was working at UN, dealing with real problems, but bothered to ferret out my number and ring me up to ask me how I felt. I blubbered. She was not disgusted. We arranged to meet. The rest is as they say is history."


Princess Margaret of Romania, Romania: Light and Darkness, (HarperCollins, 1998):

"Getting on the plane was quite emotional. We didn't know what was going to happen to us. Romania did not experience a Velvet Revolution in 1989, the way the other states of Eastern Europe did when the Iron Curtain finally fell, it had an execution of its dictator, and how Father, Gordon and I were going there. How would they greet us?"


Gordon Brown, Saving the World, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"We stayed for only a few days that first trip in '89 due to security concerns and found that whole villages had been knocked down and 150,000 children were living in orphanages. Ceausescu had wanted to boost the population. Family planning was forbidden, abortion was forbidden, women were compelled to have four children but they had nowhere to bring them up and had to give them to the state. A lot of children had AIDS. It was a shock to the eyes and to the soul."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"The numbers were a shock to the eyes and to the soul. In 1983, of the 84 so-called Alliance candidates elected, 54 were Liberals and only 30 were SDP. We had lost votes by not running candidates in constituencies where we should have and stood meekly aside and allowed the Liberals to rob us blind. Liberal candidates were elected on the backs of SDP voters. Dr. David Owen agreed."


Roy Jenkins, Centre Ground, (Harper Collins, 1991):

"Although returned comfortably in my own seat, I found myself dreading the experience of going into the Commons. I was quite weary of the House, but I was not yet tired of politics."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"Much ink has been spent to analyze why The Alliance did not achieve a breakthrough in 1983, my own feelings on the matter are well known by now, but I will briefly encapsulate and recap them here: we were victims of the first past the post system of British politics. It did not matter we captured 7.85 million votes, what mattered was how those votes translated into 84 MPs while Labour's 8.03 million translated to 184. It was an entirely old order of unfairness, and I could no longer find the heart to fight it. I declared my wish to become a backbencher out loud then and there, to my staff. But they convinced me to stay on as Leader. I reluctantly agreed."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"I did not understand how anyone could regard our performance in the general election of 1983 as a failure. The Alliance went into the election with 42 seats and returned with 84. The Liberal Party returned 54 candidates as opposed to 11 it had in the previous general election. And SDP went from returning zero candidates to 30. In the space of less than two years we created a new party and won significant number of seats in the House of Commons. Yes, it was tragic not all of our candidates were able to win after switching from Labour to SDP, but new candidates had, and on the sum I say it was a positive experience and laid the groundwork for the next election."


Screaming Lord Sutch, Life as Sutch: The Official Autobiography of an Official Raving Loony, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1984):

"During the '83 General Election, in the spirit of cooperation I did not contest Finchley and let Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F'tang-F'tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel run there as the official Loony candidate. I wanted to make sure other Loonies would see I was willing to share the spotlight. He picked up almost 500 votes and the sight of him standing right behind Mrs. Thatcher was splashed across every TV screen in Britain that night. I myself at first entertained going up against Michael Foot, but I did not much wish to go all the way out to Wales and was worried I would not get much press coverage there. There was also at the time an ugly fight developing in Islington between the official SDP candidate Michael Grant and Michael O'Halloran who first quit Labor to join SDP, then tried to rejoin Labour but could not and was going to run against Grant there as an Independent Labour candidate. Islington was close enough to Fleet Street for their rotters to visit, drink and file in a single day, and the premise of an SDP civil war was enough to get them to show and me to run there. However, the war was averted at the last moment when O'Halloran was persuaded to back off. The rotters began to lose interest and I was worried I had miscalculated, but then the Labour candidate started talking about the need to ban the bomb and nationalizing banks. Jeremy Corbyn did himself no favors in Islington, but he did a lot for me, as the rotters were out in force. I was interviewed by the Tory tabloids who went out of their way to portray me as saner than him. A Loony can't have that, so I borrowed a page from Hunter S. Thompson and said if elected I would require all policemen in Islington to consume mescaline at least once a day. They still said I had a safer domestic agenda than Corbyn. Islington was the highest water mark to date, as I received 949 votes, nearly double my previous best effort. Mr. Grant did a good job campaigning and well won the vote with 12,359, reversing the trend of SDP loses across the country.

People sometimes ask me why didn't SDP win as many seats as everyone seems to have predicted in the run up to the election? I'm no expert, but as a veteran of eight elections I can offer some theories:

1. Activists vs members

Everyone kept saying how many members SDP was getting, which all well and good, but members sit and home. They don't go out and canvass and they don't turn out the vote. Activists do that. Loonies have precious few activists, but plenty of members and each vote shows the difference. Liberals had activists. SDP had members. They were enthusiastic members, yes, but they didn't go out there and do battle. Liberals did. Their activists also didn't warm to SDPers. Time and time again when the other Loonies and I would compare notes, we found the Liberals would want to know why a former Labour man was now a good Alliance man. They wanted proof. Few SDPers bothered to give it. They were MPs who left their Party because they did not want to be held accountable to their constituencies before every general election. More than a few were more accountable in SDP than in Labour but did not realize it.


2. Veterans vs virgins

Every month or so I get a letter from someone who wants to stand as a Loony in an election and I let them, but don't endorse until they prove their stuff. I wait a month or two and go out to watch them. Chances are they'd given up by then. Everyone wants to be funny when the cameras are rolling and the crowd is laughing. Nobody feels funny when you get ignored or worse, threatened. The first fifty doors slammed in your face will do your soul a lot of good, if you can stand it. Most SDP members could not. They joined a Church and could not understand why everyone else did not see they were the path to the Salvation. Liberals were used to get doors slammed in their faces for the last forty years. Plenty SDP folk thought the doors would open up and they'd be given claret and chips and told to lie down on the sofa. They were virgins in their politics and politics don't respect virgins.


3. The rotters make you or they break you

Loonies live and die by the press they get. Take it away from us and we're just miserable sods wearing bad clothes. The Tory tabloids beat the drum for Thatcher while the red rags did their best to pretend Michael Foot was not an utter disaster at the polls. Neither SDP nor the Liberals had an in-house daily in their pocket to keep their name in the public eye. Oh to be sure everyone knew the Gang of Four, but outside of them they would be hard pressed to name a single candidate excepting those who ran in the by-elections. All of those SDP by-election winning candidates retained their seats, because the people knew who they were. Of the dailies, I think 'The Guardian' was the only one who endorsed them and even then it wasn't by name, just simply, 'vote to stop Thatcher's government.' But if the ink they got was scarce, outside defections and the by-elections, the TV coverage was worse. I'm not talking about those silly rules about Party broadcasts where some bloke in a bad suit tries to explain to you why you should vote for this party or that, I'm talking real coverage on the telly people actually watch: the news. I'm not saying there was a conspiracy, but every time I watched the news, the only ones I saw banging on about running and winning were Tories and Labour."
 
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Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 2, In Search of Power 1979–1983, (HarperCollins, 1991):

"11 June, 1983. The Lady calls. Willie (Whitelaw) is to be kicked upstairs to the Lords to make sense of it. (Geoffrey) Howe will take his place as the Home Secretary. Nigel (Lawson) will take Howe's place at the Treasury and is to be given a retinue of little Norman Lamont and something called David Mellor. Tom King will take Nigel's place at Energy. (Patrick) Jenkin will take Tom's place at the Environment. (Norman) Tebbit will take over for Jenkin at Industry.

The Lady then switched voices. It was delicious hearing her talk in that soft bedroom voice of hers. The elections have proven her right. The wets are to be sacked. Ich bin vom Himmel gefallen! She teases me, oh how she teases me, by first talking about Jim Prior of all things. Douglas Hurd is to take his place at Northern Ireland and Fisheries will now be headed by Fleshy Yid (Leon Brittan). Then she brings up Lord Carrington. He's to be replaced at the Foreign Office by (Cecil) Parkinson. I nod, as if she can hear me. Not JFK (John Moore) is to be made a Secretary of State for Trade. I hold my breath. JFK will have to be replaced. A new Minister for Europe is to be made. She asks me if I would be willing to take the position. I struggle to breathe. Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! It is not the Cabinet, but it is tangibly closer.

She told me she was glad I had accepted, but warned me not to be 'a naughty boy.' If I am, would she considering spanking me? And if so, I do hope it'll be over the knee and bare handed."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998).

"Much has been written on the startling choices Mrs. Thatcher made regarding her Cabinet in '83. And while Mr. Parkinson and Mr. Clark are certainly worthy of a discussion, or twelve, her most startling, controversial and damaging choice is often overlooked. In the aftermath of her win, Mrs. Thatcher decided to elevate her once favourite (before Parkinson) Humphrey Atkins to the Speakership of the House of Commons. Handsome and too charming by half with Mrs. Thatcher, Mr. Atkins was not well liked by his colleague during his spell as the Chief Whip of the Conservative Party. But regardless of his positives and negatives, there was the much thornier constitutional question: the election of the Speaker is a strictly Parliamentary affair. Mrs. Thatcher's directive to Tory MPs to vote for her choice trod on a very sacred ground and the MPs rebelled and backed the Deputy Speaker of previous sessions Jack Weatherill for Speaker. Mrs. Thatcher tried to head off them off by summoning him and telling him first to stand down and then attempting to placate him with a position in the Foreign Office. Mr. Weatherill refused and stood firm. Mrs. Thatcher's tendency to bear grudges manifested itself in a petty feud she ran against him via her Press Secretary. More than a few papers began to write unflattering articles against the Speaker. But while such a thing could be done to bring a minister in line, it was a dangerous weapon to use against a Speaker, whose power in the House is formidable. I firmly believe Mrs. Thatcher's antagonism of the Mr. Weatherill played a key role in her downfall."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"Two days after the defeat at the polls and our downfall, The Party was greeted with a 'Daily Telegraph' article announcing front runners for Michael Foot's position, while Michael still held it. Per the respectable Tory broadsheet, it was Roy (Hattersley), Neil (Kinnock) and Peter (Shore), with Denis (Healey) and Eric (Heffer) listed as the long shots. The next day the 'Mirror' wrote Michael's epitaph in a most vicious fashion. His grave was trampled before it was occupied. Thus politics."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Within three days of the annihilation at the polls in June, Clive Jenkins announced, with all the dignified airs of a trade unionist leader of the middling white collar sorts, his union would nominate Michael Foot for re-election as Leader of the Labour Party. Michael, with much dignified airs of an intellectual out of his depth and position, refused the nomination and announced he would be stepping down. This bit of pro-wrestling panto out the way, the lights were dimmed, the knives came out and a real fight began."


Eric Hammond, Union Man, (Penguin Books, 1987):

"Frank (Chapple, General Secretary of the Electrical, Electronic, Telecommunications and Plumbing Union and Member of General Council of the Trade Union Congress) might have been ambivalent about whether the future lay with Labour or SDP, but I didn't. I was, am and always will be a Labour man. I also knew as soon as I would replace him as the General Secretary I would do all I could to fight for Labour, my Labour."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Longman, 1993):

"Clive (Jenkins) was determined to make Neil (Kinnock) Leader. I was against it. Neil was a unilateralist, which might make him the darling of the left, but cost us untold votes in the election. Each time Michael (Foot) banged on about how the only way to make Britain was to remove all nuclear weapons from British soil it cost us a seat. John (Goulding) called him barmy for it, to his face, and now we would nominate another disarmer? SDP would kill us. They were more about Europe than anything else, but were sharp enough to talk about Polaris and their love of it in each constituency. In each seat we lost to them, or where they pushed us into third, it always came down to that. I could not stomach another unilateralist leading us off the cliff. David Basnett (Chairman of 'Trade Unions for Labour Victory') suggested Neil to be balanced by Roy (Hattersley) as his Deputy. Before I could froth at the mouth, Gavin (Laird, General Secretary of the Amalgamated Union of Engineering Workers) suggested the reverse: Roy as the Leader and Neil as Deputy. Then Roy Grantham (General Secretary of the Association of Professional, Executive, Clerical and Computer Staff (APEX)) suggested Peter Shore for leader instead, with Roy Hattersley as Deputy. It was a mess."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"On the same day the 'Mirror' was burying Michael (Foot), it had this to say about Neil (Kinnock):

'Michael Foot Mark II. He has less hair, but more freckles. On policy, however, the two are as one. And it was on policy, not Mr Foot's personality, that Labour was primarily humiliated. Mr Kinnock would lead Labour with courage. He would also lead it to another electoral disaster we can ill afford'."​


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"Neil's campaign was undermined by Roy (Hattersley) from the start. The problem was that Roy did not grasp the obvious, he had no trade union support outside the awkward squad of the always right wing electricians led by a new man (Eric Hammond) trying to make his mark. In the new electoral college determining the leader, the unions had as much vote as the Parliamentary Labour Party, without them, Roy could not win. Staying in the race would not only prevent him from becoming Leader it would also jeopardize his chances at becoming a Deputy, opening the door for the Extreme Left Eric Heffer or the Loony Left Michael Meacher."


Roy Hattersley, Roy from Yorkshire, (Penguin Books, 1992):

"I've often found we ascribe to our foes the negative traits we much fear finding in ourselves. Such is the case of Mr. Healey in his almost readable autobiography characterizing my support among the trade unions as rather feeble during the 1983 Labour Leadership challenge. While my relationship with the leftist infiltrated constituency Labour parties was at many points of my life strained, my relationship with the trade unions suffered no significant setbacks. Rather, it was Mr. Healey who by the nature of his actions made himself an odious figure to Mr. Basnett and his trade union official friends. They voted to keep him Deputy in 1981 over Tony Benn by the narrowest of margins for such was their near universal disgust with his conduct in the 1978 false start."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Every man, woman and child was convinced Jim Callaghan would call the general election in the autumn of 1978. In the run up to it, Dennis Healey vomited up a 5% pay increase proposal in the Cabinet in his ever finite wisdom to combat the great and ponderous beast of inflation and thereby save the British economy and presumably Lois Lane as well. He claimed the trade unions would be fine with a 5% pay increase, they would just not admit it out loud. Given Ted Heath had last proposed a 10% pay increase and for his troubles was driven out of power with pitchforks and torches carried by the very same trade unions we would now ask to accept 5%, I voiced my doubts. But Jim Callaghan got some of the trade union officials to agree to the 5% proposal, with the understanding he would call an election before the proposals have to be explained, much less go into effect, thereby letting the union officials off the hook. After all, what one government promised, another can un-promise. It was a well-played political game, but then Jim went and spoiled it all by not having an election in autumn of 1978. To rub it in, he announced he would not call an election at the Trade Union Congress on 7 September by giving a now infamous and bizarre rendition of 'Waiting at the Church' to titters of confused laughter from very confused delegates. David Basnett took it rather personally. He blamed Callaghan and, more importantly, he blamed Denis for sticking him with a proposal he could not make the rank and file swallow. The Winter of Discontent had its very ugly roots in that very stupid 5% price increase proposal. It radicalized the leftist elements in the unions, poisoned the relationship between the unions and their leaders and presented a picture of industrial chaos. It made David's job almost ungovernable. He loathed Denis so much, he supported Foot over him for the Leadership in 1981. Having been able to justify helping elect Foot just to keep Healey out, it was not a bitter pill to swallow for David to back Roy for the Deputy Leadership, despite Roy being on record as supporting the idiotic 5% proposal. David was willing to let in a moderate he disliked into a position of little power to prevent a moderate he despised from gaining any sort of power. The problem was, I do not think Roy understood any of the games being played about and thought he was popular enough to become Leader himself. His vanity left the door open to the possibility of Meacher taking his place as Deputy, or worse."


Chris Mullin, A Very British Thermidor, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1985):

"We gathered for the inquest of the election at Tony's flat in Brixton. There in the garden, I, Tom Sawyer, Jeremy Corbyn, Michael Meacher, Audrey Wise, Ann Pettifor, Francis Prideaux, Les Huckfield, Tony Banks, Mandy Moore, Frances Morrell, Reg Race, Jon Lansman, Jo Richardson, Stuart Holland, Alan Meale and Ken Livingstone contemplated a Neil (Kinnock) victory and being ill at the very thought. Audrey Wise suggested an Eric Heffer/Michael Meacher ticket while Tony Banks suggested Dennis Skinner. I supported Joan Maynard. At this Tom exploded, 'You want "Stalin's Granny" to be our Leader?' The meeting degenerated into a school yard fight until Tony (Benn) put us all to rights and told us we must support Michael Meacher."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"The last thing the Party needed was the spectacle of a prolonged and bloody civil-war as we already had one thanks to False Messiah Benn in '81. I took the trouble to visit Roy (Hattersley) in his home on Gayfere Street in Westminster. We went over the maths. Unless we worked together Neil (Kinnock) would win in the very first round and Michael Meacher would become his deputy. Roy and I did not see eye to eye on many things, but we were both committed multilateralists, the single most important issue to the voters. I told him we must jointly announce that if one of us wins he would do all he could to make the other his deputy. He turned me down flat. What I had not known was that he was already visited that same day by John Golding who offered him a spot as deputy to Neil. Roy was heard to remark to John, 'I will not play second fiddle to a red-haired Welsh windbag!' Neither was he apparently willing to play one to a sandy haired Englishman."


Eric Hammond, Union Man, (Penguin Books, 1987):

"John Golding rang me up and spoke plain. I withdrew my support from Roy for the good of The Party."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Longman, 1993):

"John Golding explained the facts of life to me. The next leader of the Labour Party had to be anti-Europe and anti-nuclear deterrent to win the votes of the trade unions and the hijacked constituency parties, but we had hoped he would still be respectable. The only choice was soft-left Neil (Kinnock). The only question I had was who would be Deputy?"


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"John (Golding) was in a great hurry to sew things up with his trade union allies and his right-wing MPs, but Roy (Hattersely) was adamant to any sort of settlement. John asked me to personally place a call to see if I can persuade Roy. In retrospect given the bad blood between us it was a curious thing to do, but John must have had his reasons and I felt duty bound to place the call. He listened to most of what I had to say before asking me, 'You do realize I could be editor of "The Observer" on £40,000 a year?' That was that. John then said one word, 'Giles.' I do believe I blinked quite rapidly at that. Giles Radice would have been my first, second, third and fourth choice for Deputy Leadership, but I was shocked John would think he had the votes to advance a man whose loyalty to me was quite well known. John was inscrutable behind his glasses and merely asked if I would support the candidacy. 'Naturally,' I replied. 'Well, I suppose one of us should call him to make it official.' Thus we did. To this day I have no idea how John managed to find the votes to put Giles through, but find them he did."


Roy Hattersley, Roy from Yorkshire, (Penguin Books, 1992):

"I do not recall having any phone conversation with Mr. Healey shortly before his lieutenant was, dare I say, crowned Deputy. But I do find it infinitely curious that Mr. Foot was replaced by his very much beloved and preferred choice while Mr. Healey was replaced by his favourite. But such is politics."


Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 3, Near Power 1983, (HarperCollins, 1994):

"4 July, 1983. Willie (Whitelaw)'s old seat up for grabs. We have a good candidate in place. Labour may finish above Lord Sutch, but not by much. All eyes on the bloody Allies."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"The first by-election of the 1983 Parliament brought a frisson of tension to the Alliance. It was generally thought the most well placed candidate to win Penrith and The Border seat was a Liberal who just ran for the same seat in the general election, but more than a few SDP members were pressing their party's case, and there were other factors to consider."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"I thought the Penrith seat was winnable by SDP and suggested Dick Taverne, a loyal soldier, a good friend of Bill (Rodgers) and a victim of illegitimate-left Labour agitation since 1972. I had no idea how my quite reasonable and innocent suggestion would be so misconstrued."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"After the general election in '83 it was an open secret that Roy (Jenkins) no longer had the heart for the battle in the new and uglier House of Commons of the '80s and Shirley (Williams) did not wish to fight in the 'old boys' club'. If there was to be a contest for the active leadership of the SDP it was going to come down to David (Owen) and me. By suggesting my good friend Dick Taverne contest Penrith, David placed me into an almost impossible position. To become an elected leader of SDP I would need to show loyalty to SDP and more importantly loyalty to my old friend. To become an effective leader of SDP, I would need to establish a stronger electoral alliance with Liberals, which we could not do if we ran an SDP candidate in a seat where a Liberal could win much more easily than an SDP man. There was also the added poison in the chalice of my friend Dick risking humiliation of running three elections in a row and losing, thereby tarring me with that brush as well."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"David Owen was, is and always will be a shit. His actions during Penrith quite clearly demonstrate it. But he made the same mistake all made when dealing with Bill (Rodgers), David forgot where Bill came from. He might have gone to Oxford and stood for Stockton, but Bill was from Liverpool and he was a fighter. I should know, I was his prefect when he was in the fourth form at Quarry Bank High School."


Dick Taverne, Vagabond, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1988):

"Bill (Rodgers) visited me and after a round of pleasant preliminaries got to the heart of the matter, Penrith. Did I wish to fight it? My brain said, 'No, I have had enough of it.' But my heart desired it. I wanted to return and I wanted to run in Penrith, despite it not being an ideal seat for me. Bill listened quietly and then offered another path."


Michael Gallagher, Wanderer, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"The pressure of being the SDP's man in Europe had begun to wear thin and I was in rather foul mood when Bill (Rodgers) called with an extraordinarily kind offer for me to return to politics back home. Dick Taverne, Bill and I made a deal. Dick would stand for my European seat in '84 and in return I would be given a clear run at Milton Keynes in the next general."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"Dick Taverne's withdrawal from Perinth was warmly greeted by the Liberals and was an indication of the level of commitment Bill (Rodgers) had towards a continued alliance between Liberals and SDP."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"Those who still hold that Bill Rodgers had the best interests of SDP in mind, need only to look to what he did at Perinth. He got Michael Gallagher to agree to stand down from a seat he was going to lose in European Parliament come '84 anyway, to make room for Dick Taverne to take the bullet, in exchange for Gallagher getting involved in the Children's Crusade to take Milton Keynes constituency in the next general election. He denied SDP a seat in Perinth, Keynes and European Parliament and sacrificed the careers of two loyal men to advance his own narrow interest."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Bill (Rodgers) did what he had to do to survive and advance. I applauded his actions. The same could not be said for our efforts at Perinth where we let the local party activists run amok and choose Robin Cook to go off a cliff yet again."


Screaming Lord Sutch, Life as Sutch: The Official Autobiography of an Official Raving Loony, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1984):

"Though some had predicted I would outperform Labour at the Perinth by-election, I knew it to be an exaggeration. In the highly politicized atmosphere of the post-general election by-election, people are less inclined to 'waste their vote' on a fringe candidate and all mainstream parties decided to make a showing of it and get out the vote. I thought David Maclean was a strong candidate for the Tories and treated me with courtesy and although Robin Cook did not treat me entirely well, I thought he did what he could for Labour (and still lost his deposit when he gained just 5% of the vote). But the day clearly belonged to Michael Young of the Alliance. David Steel stumped ferociously for his man and Bill Rodgers and Roy Jenkins of SDP campaigned vigorously on their allied party's candidate's behalf as well. It was a close run thing, but in the end Mr. Young won. As for my own showing, it was a respectable 1%."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"Perinth was hardly the best start for the Kinnock-Radice era of Labour. It would be a long hard slog."
 
Fascinating work Greg. I'm not enough of an expert in the period to know how well it hangs together; but the way you derailed the Falklands War was fresh and hilarious, and I look forward to much more skulduggery as we explore the life of the SDP TTL.
 
Having been a faithful reader of Arose from the Azure Main for a few years now, I enjoy seeing these characters in a different situation. Having the Falklands War prevented by Alan Clark's improbable affection for animals (a fact which is much stranger than fiction) is really excellent.
 
Fascinating work Greg. I'm not enough of an expert in the period to know how well it hangs together; but the way you derailed the Falklands War was fresh and hilarious, and I look forward to much more skulduggery as we explore the life of the SDP TTL.

I agree a very interesting titbit out of a good TL in general. Its very believable as well given Clark's character and is exactly the kind of 'secret history' that the papers trot out from time to time. Looking forward to more, very well written.
 
Thank you to everyone who has read and is still reading my timeline. And thank you to all those who commented with your kind words of encouragement.
 
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Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 3, Near Power 1983, (HarperCollins, 1994):

"20 July, 1983. Repelled by own acts. Went to a wine tasting dinner that turned into something much, much more in terms of liquor consumed and this on a day I had to make a report in the House. On the way to the Commons had the good fortune to stagger into the wrong chamber and took a nap. Woken by a most extraordinary creature who was quite concerned for me. She works for Roy Jenkins of all things though. Oh well. Once Roy steps down and she comes to her senses I will have to have a chat. Gave a rather awkward clog dance to my staff and Cecil (Parkinson) as to why I could not make it to the House. Jeff (Jeffrey Archer) has a good man for alibis. Used him. He backed my story. I think I sailed clear of disaster, though this bit of tippling of wine before a House session really should stop. Churchill could get away it, but the old boy was much bigger than me."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"Before Roy (Jenkins) could step down and David (Owen) and I could descend into open warfare, I realized just how damaging it would be to the Party and to our standing in the Alliance to tear each other apart. I asked myself, 'Could I serve under David?' I could not find an honest answer to the question, but I knew the answer to the reverse, David could not and would not serve under me."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"At the time, Bill (Rodgers) and I had more similarities than differences and it was quite natural for us to attempt rapprochement. We found common ground on replacing aging Polaris and continued defense of British interests in Europe and the world at large. Looking back, I must find I was too eager to avoid a confrontation and too easily to see convergence of thought where real differences lay."


David Ian Marquand, Nomad, (HarperCollins, 1990):

"Since it was neither in the interest of Bill (Rodgers) nor David (Owen) for there to appear to be a coronation a sacrificial lamb was prepared to go against the great and mighty King David Owen: enter lowly David Marquand. The election was a drab affair, though not as predictable as some thought. I made a far stronger showing than expected as King David's personality did not make him much loved by the MPs, though the public seemed to warm to him, especially the maiden aunts. He was their idol."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"David Owen's first order of business as the now official Leader of SDP was not as many feared (or hoped) to seize control of the Alliance but to rather initiate proceedings into the consolidated Alliance position on nuclear deterrent, which was at the time a rather divisive issue, with many Liberals being committed unilateralists."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"I thought it was curious and more than a little callous of David (Owen) to ask for such a degree of sacrifice from dedicated Liberals to not just abandon their defense of a heartfelt and deeply held beliefs but to then endorse a view they found repellant and unethical."


Chris Patten, Roamer, (HarperCollins, 1995):

"Looking back at my diaries for the second half of '83, I find myself consumed with issues that seem quaint in our post Iron Curtain world. There were meetings where the aging of Polaris was debated and weighed as if the upcoming passing of a not quite loved uncle whose inheritance would nonetheless divide the family. It is absurd now, but at the time it was deadly earnest. Meanwhile the issues that had plagued us still remained: without the benefit of a broadsheet, we were at the mercy of major events to be mentioned in the papers and state our position. I held not great hope for the European elections, for we did not have the manpower to win there."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"Incensed by Dick Taverne's collusion with Michael Gallagher to try to steal the Labour European Parliamentary seat London South Inner, I decided to run for the seat in the European elections of '84. I found it rather shocking that no one of substance had put their names forward to the Party to run against Mr. Taverne. It will sound cruel, but the candidates on the list were not recognizable names. I at once asked Tony to be my campaign manager and he agreed without too much arm twisting."


Peter Mandelson, The Revolution Will be Televised, (Faber, 1996):

"Set as my heart was on producing a segment on Shirley 'Big Daddy' Crabtree and his promoter (and incidentally brother) Max about the most recent allegations of wrestling not being on the level, Shirley developed a health scare and my witnesses disappeared. There remained only one assignment left on the board, the Brighton Labour Conference. Yes, That One, with That Speech. Though no doubt it would do me much good to say I anticipated it and that is why our cameras were rolling, the simple truth was that a wrestler got cold feet and that is how the segment came about."


Gordon Brown, Saving the World, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"The tail end of '83 found me working in Ethiopia. I had my boots on its ground before the rest of the Western world discovered there was a famine there, but was much glad for the charity support that did suddenly come once celebrities elected to write pop-songs about Christmas in Africa and the rest of that nonsense. Among my former colleagues it was fashionable to talk about where they were and what they were doing when they heard That Speech. As there was no working electricity in the village where I was I did not hear That Speech until we were in Europe, begging for scraps of aid from the bureaucrats of the European Parliament. But I did read it in the papers almost a week later. It was powerful oratory, but had nothing to do with what I was doing and what my life had become."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"At the October '83 conference, Neil (Kinnock) experienced his first taste of being broken into Big Labour Politics. He found himself in the crosshairs of the illegitimate left, their Bennite fanatics and the Tory tabloids. I had been living as a target of all three since the '70s and had almost taken it for granted, to Neil it was I daresay a great shock. He was a popular figure of the 'soft left' and although he had crossed swords with Tony (Benn) when he announced he would not vote for him in the '81 Deputy Leadership challenge against me, he had never before experienced the full immersion in the pool of what my fellow travelers of the moderate wing of the Party had euphemistically called a wet unpleasant smelling not-quite-solid not-quite-liquid substance. The personal attacks on him he could almost take, but the attacks on his wife quite galled him, as they should have, if he was an ordinary man, but he was not, he was the Leader of the Labour Party. These attacks were part of the daily ritual. Giles (Radice) was of immense help in being Neil's confidant and sounding board. Once Neil's nerves were calmed and he understood the personal attacks were rather quite impersonal and would have been at anyone in his position, he did what he did best, he spoke. It was an extraordinary speech by an extraordinary man and it declared where our Party stood in relation to Europe, trade unions, the Soviet Union, United States, nuclear weapons, the Militants and Mrs. Thatcher's policies."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"I thought Neil's speech was quite well done, but then again Neil was always good at mass meetings, when he had days to prepare and the pre-selected crowd was in total agreement with him before he even spoke. He quite excelled at that."


Chris Mullin, A Very British Thermidor, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1985):

"That Speech did nothing to reassure those of us on the left that the Party was not in the hands of a right-wing junta."


Bob Mellish, Right in the Heart of Labour, (Penguin Books, 1984):

"That Speech did much to save the flagging morale of the Party and I will always be grateful for it."


Meic Birtwistle, Welshmen Never Yield, (University of Wales Press, 1986):

"The Labour Party had selected three Leaders from the Wales region in a row for a good reason."


Eric Hammond, Union Man, (Penguin Books, 1987):

"It was a magnificent performance, but Neil was always capable of a magnificent performance, just as he was capable of bungling it when the mood did not strike him. In my view, Roy (Hattersley) was a better speaker because we always knew where we stood with Roy and what he would deliver. He could not climb as high as Neil, but neither could he fall as low. But Roy was out of the game and on the backbenches."


Roy Hattersley, Roy from Yorkshire, (Penguin Books, 1992):

"That Speech was quite well done, but it failed to address the three most vital issues facing The Party: Europe, nuclear weapons and the presence of Militants within our Party's ranks."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"If you are under the age of 30 and reading this book (and bless you for it) you will not understand why Labour politicians of my generation kept (and keep) banging on about the Militants. The Militants were a Trotskyist Party within the Labour Party, the very act of its existence was counter to the constitution of our Party. The Party is the only Party to which its members could (and should) belong. The Militants pretended they were only a hard left newspaper with a group of enthusiastic supporters. Much as I dislike(d) Chris Mullin, his was a hard left newspaper with a group of enthusiastic supporters. The Militants were a secret organization, with its own officers, income, policy and an internal organization. They had infiltrated and taken over constituency parties and had suborned Liverpool to the point they controlled most of its MPs. There is no place in a Labour Party for any organization that is not dedicated to achieving its goals only by parliamentary democracy. The Militants wanted to use any means necessary to install their views on the populace of Britain, including extra-parliamentary ones. They were tolerated and nursed by the hard-left because they found much in common with their economic theories and international views, but what the hard-left, or legitimate-left as Neil (Kinnock) would say, failed to understand is that the Militants were extremely unpopular outside their own narrow circle and their views on achieving and exercising power put them beyond the pale of British political thought. Michael Foot treated them as anathema to the Labour Party, but was unwilling and unable to expel them from Party. He regarded any attack on the left-wingers as a 'witch hunt.' I didn't. 'Witch-hunts' fall into two categories: burning little old ladies at the stake and attacking people who have committed no offence, not giving them a fair hearing and not letting them defend themselves. Neither definition applied to what my colleagues on the moderate wing of the Party attempted to do since the early 1970s. Neil understood that. He began the long, hard road to expelling the Militants from our ranks with That Speech. For Roy (Hattersley) to accuse Neil of not addressing the issue head on in 1983 is to willfully ignore the reality of 1983, the Militants were among us and their friends were on the National Executive Committee of the Labour Party. Neil could not attack them directly in That Speech. He could only lay the groundwork for the many bloody assaults that would follow."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"Watching that so-called 'That Speech' at the 1983 October Labour conference I understood at once our greatest challenge. Left to their own devices, the team of Kinnock and Radice could well bring back those voters who initially came with us in '81. It was a wake-up call."


Alan Clark, Diaries: Volume 3, Near Power 1983, (HarperCollins, 1994):

"11 October, 1983. Woken with a most extraordinary call. Cecil (Parkinson) knocked up his personal secretary. That all of us knew. But now the rotters know. He has to resign. The trouble is that while I am a man of extraordinary talents I do not think The Lady wishes for me to be Foreign Secretary. It would mean I would get a new boss. Suppose he does not like me? Hard to fathom but such things can happen. Suppose, given my South African interludes with the Coven, The Lady turns puritanical in the wake of Cecil? My career can be in tatters because some fool knocked up his secretary! Balls.

The Lady calls. Fleshy Yid (Leon Brittan) is to take charge of Foreign Office. Balls. I did not hear who was to take place at Fisheries, too consumed with fears. The Lady asked me if there is anything she should know about me. I told her all is well. She asked me whether I was planning on taking trips to South Africa any time soon. My heart stopped. I said as a Government Minister I would certainly go where directed. There was a pause. Before I could faint, The Lady said, 'I think we understand each other, Mr. Secretary of State for Wales.' I am in the Cabinet!

Wales! Yes, it is not Foreign Affairs, or Home Office, or even the Environment, but that forsaken land of foul hills and dank valleys teeming with indecipherable runty filthy taffies full of phlegm and riddled with disease rates a Cabinet seat and I am proud to have it. I am weeping. I wonder if I can ban fox hunting in Wales? The opportunities are endless."


Chris Mullin, A Very British Thermidor, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1985):

"The Chesterfield by-election in '84 presented an excellent opportunity for Tony (Benn) to get back in Parliament. I and all of his immediate staff were in favor of it."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"None of us were pleased with Tony Benn's selection for the Chesterfield seat, but we knew he would come calling sooner or later. We resigned ourselves to his return and battened down the hatches."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"Bill (Rodgers) called rather unexpectedly and told me about the Chesterfield opening. He then informed me Tony Benn would be running for the seat. After a ten minute monologue on my part regarding Tony Benn and all he had done Bill asked me if I wanted to run against him. The ground beneath my feet disappeared and my mind disassociated itself from the rest of my body. I suspected a trick, but there was none I could find. Whatever may be said about Bill and I have said a great deal and will say more in the future chapters, it must be understood when it came to Tony Benn, Bill and I were of the same mind. In fact I think he is the only person, other than Dr. David Owen, who despised Tony more than I. He had to work with the man in Jim Callaghan's Cabinet. Once my mind connected itself back to my body and I found my power of speech I agreed, quickly, violently and loudly. Bill warned me it would be the toughest fight I would face as a politician. I knew. And I was prepared for it."


Screaming Lord Sutch, Life as Sutch: The Official Autobiography of an Official Raving Loony, (Weidenfield & Nicolson, 1984):

"Chesterfield was to be my final by-election (at least as of the writing of this book's manuscript) and I was determined to go out in high style. I knew the presence of Tony Benn would raise stakes and prepared accordingly. The cost of the deposit I would surely lose meant I had to give a concert. It was well attended and more than paid for the cost of the election for myself and my party."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"In the interests of Alliance, I asked the Liberal candidate to make a sacrifice and stand down, so that Mike Thomas could have a clear run at Tony Benn. I was dubious about his qualifications, but I agreed with Bill's (Rodgers) assessment it would take someone of the temperament of Mike Thomas to take on Tony Benn."


Peter Mandelson, The Revolution Will be Televised, (Faber, 1996):

"The only time I felt the stirring to rejoin the world of Parliamentary politics was during the Chesterfield by-election of 1984, but the feeling was fleeting and I had more pressing career concerns."


Gordon Brown, Saving the World, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"We were working in the then Republic of Upper Volta, attempting to stem the latest food insecurity crisis when Margaret came to me and asked if I had heard about the Chesterfield by-election. Dimly aware that I should have heard of it I attempted to bluff but was terrible at it and was at once found out. 'Tony Benn is running against Mike Thomas,' she said breathlessly. I only nodded. Although the prospect of the middle heavyweight duel of the firebrand of the left and the fireplug of the Owenite right would have been intriguing less than a year before, I now had more pressing concerns, such as whether those locals assisting me would be robbed by the military officials or helped by them. Still, I suppose I did find myself near a television in the one part of the country where electricity worked almost a fourth of the time to watch the by-election results from the now distant Chesterfield."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"With the European Parliamentary election being only three months away, Chesterfield was presented by the Tory rags as a litmus test of Labour electability. It wasn't. It was Tony Benn's vision of the Labour Party going up against the anti-Benn version as encapsulated in the bearded confines of the small body of Mike Thomas. It was a study in contrasts. Tony (Blair) had more than once observed Tony Benn's strength as a speaker lay in his delivery in such a fashion that by the end of the speech you would agree with his worldview as the only logical outcome of the situation presented. It was Senatorial. Mike Thomas was pure passion: illogical, heated and at time scattershot, but if Tony Benn moved you along with his view, Mike moved with you, you could see him think and there was something immediate and powerful about it. It was (at the time) the most entertaining by-election I had witnessed. When the polls opened I did not know who would win."
 
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Alan Clark, Diaries: (Volume 1, In Power) 1983-1985, (HarperCollins, 1986):

"17 January, 1984. I hate the Cabinet. Not the position. Nor the proximity it offers to The Lady. But the actual bloody room. There is much art to seating people around the table and much science to the table itself. The table in the Cabinet room is designed to exclude. The only people who can catch The Lady's eye sit in front of her or immediately to the left and right of the seats opposite and I am alas shunted off to the far end on her sinister side. Horrid. Made further so by having to watch Michael Heseltine up close. To think I shagged women who think he's 'dishy.' Women. They are fickle. As is The Lady. To be this close to greatness is to be intoxicated by it, but her razor tongue can slice even if emerges from the softest lips to ever be created. I am, however, never caught off guard. At least not yet. I even learned the bloody Welsh anthem. My throat still hurts. As do our prospects in the next by-election. Some Labour MP is resigning to go into the private market, presumably to make his rubles before the world wide revolution make private enterprises a thing of the past, comrades. Another Tory candidate shall soon be defeated. Such thoughts are treason. But not even The Lady can as yet read minds. If she had, she would have slapped me and more than once. And I would have liked it."


Mike Thomas, Separate Ways, (Duckworth, 2000):

"I had resolved myself not to have what we now call a 'Mellor Moment' and ordered my heart to slow itself and my mouth not to speak until I had counted to a hundred, nor would my face move in joy or sorrow until I had counted to that number. I wanted to be dignified in the face of disaster or victory."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"Viewers still up at three in the morning were greeted to a somber Tony Benn and Mike Thomas patiently waiting for the returning officer to go through the 24 candidates on the ballot (a record number of candidates not yet broken as of this book's publication). When Tony Benn's full name was read out, there was a slight ripple of laughter that was quickly hushed by the sleep deprived anxious crowd, Anthony Neil Wedgwood Benn had captured 39.4% of the vote, with the Tory candidate William Hague capturing (a shockingly high) 19.8% and Mike Thomas capturing 39.5% and with it the seat. There followed a volcanic eruption of noise."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"Every Christmas, I make it a point to send a gift basket to Mr. Mike Thomas. He had done what five by-elections and Harold Wilson, Jim Callaghan and I could not do, he had finished off Tony Benn."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"I must confess that if Mr. Mike Thomas were to ever commit a crime and I were to find myself sitting as his jury, I would ensure he would not be convicted, even if the said crime was captured on video."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"My daughter was born nine months to the day of the Chesterfield by-election."


Chris Mullin, A Very British Thermidor, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1985):

"The hardest day of my life was seeing the triumphalist tone of the Tory tabloids and the smug smiles of the alleged members of my Party on the morning of Tony's defeat as well as the betrayal of my former colleagues. Tom Sawyer suddenly discovered his rightist tendencies. Jack Straw, the former head of the National Union of Students, suddenly began to rethink his position on Europe. John Prescott started saying good things about the neo-fascist electricians' union. I knew then our Tribune Group was compromised. The next day I founded the Socialist Labour Party Group, along with Jeremy Corbyn, Michael Meacher, Tony Banks, Ken Livingstone and Arthur Scargill."


Eric Hammond, Union Man, (Penguin Books, 1987):

"They say when being presented with a colonel worthy of being promoted to general, Napoleon would rubbish the man's accomplishments as they were being read out and instead say, 'Yes, yes, never mind all that, but is he lucky?' In this regard, Mrs. Thatcher was a most excellent general. Her opponents were the Provisional IRA with their indiscriminate and futile bombing, unofficial raving Loony and very much official demagogue Tony Benn and of course Arthur Scargill."


Michael Gove, Margaret Thatcher: The Official Authorized Biography: Volume IV: 1983 - 1985 (Fourth Estate, 2000):

"Having seen firsthand the damage caused to Mr. Heath's government by the mining strike, Mrs. Thatcher was determined to face the mining industry from a position of strength. She ordered the stockpiling of coal in anticipation of adverse industrial relations immediately after the victory in the 1983 general election. Upon the government's announcement of the closure of 20 coal mines in March of 1984, the General Secretary of the National Union of Mineworkers Mr. Scargill called for a national strike without first balloting any of the members of his union, revealing to the world he had not anticipated their approval for his actions and overplaying his hand from the very start."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"Asking why Scargill did not call for the vote before launching his union into a battle to the death with Mrs. Thatcher's government is akin to asking why a scorpion would sting a frog carrying it across the water. It was simply in his nature. Just as it was his nature to call for a strike in the middle of summer, not winter, when coal is much more necessary. Then again, I had dealt with his sort before when I was in Callaghan's cabinet. And the memory of what the unions did to poor Jim during the Winter of Discontent made me lose all sympathy for Scargill's tilting at windmills. I had great affection for the miners, but they were being led off a cliff by a charlatan. I resolved not to address the mining issue, but David (Owen) started taking sides in the House, and his arguments dovetailed into Mrs. Thatcher's position to the dismay of the more left members of SDP."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"One of the supreme privileges of no longer being shackled to the Labour Party meant I could finally criticize trade unions, even at time of industrial strife, when they were wrong. So I did. And I felt much better for it. The experience was quite liberating and gained more votes than it had lost."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"Neil (Kinnock), Giles (Radice) and I had a series of very serious discussions on Scargill's Strike. Neil advocated support for the miners, but not Scargill, an intellectual fine line neither Giles nor I thought our voters would grasp. Giles, personally, had wanted to denounce the strike as an exercise in futility and illegality, but could not as both Neil and I pointed, the Labour Party does not criticize a striking worker or his union or his union leader when they are being attacked by their employer and the government. Once the strike was over, Neil gave full vent to our collective fury at Scargill's egotistic stupidity, but during it he and everyone else in the Shadow Cabinet held it in reserve. It was hard for all of us, but not as hard as it was on Neil, for he had come from a mining family."


Meic Birtwistle, Welshmen Never Yield, (University of Wales Press, 1986):

"Neil's public stance on the strike was one of inaction and it caused irreparable harm to him in his core constituencies. He had visited one picket line in Wales and talked with miners, but neither support, nor condemned and was widely mocked for it. Yet, if anything it caused within him an even firmer determination to detach the illegitimate-left he blamed for the strike from the legitimate-left of which he saw himself as a true descendant."


David Steel, Against Goliath: The David Steel Story, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"No Party and no government has a clean record when it comes to dealing with strikes and even we Liberals struggled to find our place in the grand death grapple now taking place between Mrs. Thatcher and Mr. Scargill. When Bill suggested an SDP candidate for the South West Surrey by-election, I agreed."


Peter Walker, A United Kingdom, (Penguin Books, 1986):

"Bill called me and asked if I had a candidate in mind for Surrey. I did. Chris Patten. It was, if I may boast, a good choice and Chris duly returned to Parliament with 48% of the vote to Tory 46% and Labour (deposit losing) 6%."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"Although my comments regarding the strike were derided as derisive and divisive, in a June of 1984 by-election, in rock solid Conservative safe seat of Portsmouth South, our candidate won. It confirmed in my mind that our approach had been correct and that we should be targeting more Tory seats."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"It was against the backdrop of the strike that I ran my campaign to become a Member of European Parliament for London South in June of '84 against Dick Taverne and Michael Gallagher and Bill Rodgers and Shirley Williams and Roy Jenkins and the candlestick maker. The numbers opened in my favor, but sunk with each successive day. Of the five arrayed against me, Bill seemed to be the most at ease with my gender, paying no attention to it and ignoring all of my attempts to turn it into a battle of wills between a woman and a man. He had impeccable, for its time, feminist credentials, creating the first all-female short lists for council and Parliamentary seats in the surrounding areas. The sight of him carrying a loudspeaker over his shoulder, giving play-by-play of Dick's interaction with the locals gave me fright. He was a determined man and I was the one he was determined to vanquish. But time was not on his side and I won. That night, exhausted and exhilarated I told Tony (Blair), 'You're next!' But he demurred."


Alan Clark, Diaries: (Volume 1, In Power) 1983-1985, (HarperCollins, 1986):

"14 June, 1984. In South Africa, visiting The Coven. One is receptive to doing her hair to resemble The Lady. The night goes well. Though she finds me calling out the name of someone other than her during the climax off putting. Women. But being out of the country allows me to miss The Reckoning."


Chapman Pincher, The Ring, (Mainstream Publishing, 1990):

"Records indicate, on 15 June, 1984, Nigel Lawson dismissed his driver for the day and left his flat on a mysterious solitary trip. Nigel was not incidentally a fellow member of The House (Christ Church, Oxford). As was Geoffrey Howe. Likewise, Howe's driver reported his minister going out on foot the same day. The next day, Howe met with Thatcher alone for a meeting lasting two hours. Thatcher cancelled all of her meetings for the rest of the day. The first resignation from a sitting MP occurred the very next morning. Seven more would follow suit within three months. These seven were, however, isolated well before their resignations. They disappeared from political view and rarely attended the Commons. Their Party leaders did not mention them by name. And of the eight resignations, none received peerages or knighthoods, nor were the former Tory MPs granted customary well paid positions in the firms of The City. They were exiled. What crime did Home Secretary Geoffrey Howe uncover that so shook The Establishment? It is the central thesis of this book that Howe discovered a cabal of KGB sleeper agents within the very bowels of government and their existence was hushed by a conspiracy of silence to prevent damage to the reputations of all involved."


John Bercow, Thatcher, Thatcherism, and Thatcherites, (Faber, 1998):

"One does not wish to address the lunatic fringe, but given the success of Mr. Pincher's first book, I do feel compelled to make one simple statement: Geoffrey Howe read Law at Trinity, Cambridge. Mr. Howe never attended Oxford."


Alastair John Campbell, The Claret Revolution, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"During the Summer of '84, Mrs. Thatcher's government was suddenly struck by a flurry of resignations of prominent and obscure MPs of long and short standing with the Conservative Party. But the Tories were not alone in their sudden spate of resignation, Cyril Smith of the Liberals resigned as well, as did several Labour MPs. All told eight MPs suddenly felt unable to continue to serve in Parliament and the scheduling of by-elections to replace them became a bone of contention."


Bill Rodgers, Call Me What You Will, (Politico's, 2000):

"It was not our intention to let ourselves be bled out by dribs and drabs with by-elections being stretched out over weeks and even months. But we did not have the votes and the two main parties did their best to create an order of by-elections to snuff us out. The protracted negotiations and the resulting elections took us through the end of the year. Of the eight seats, we (The Alliance) won five. All this against the backdrop of the ongoing mining dispute which made voters split along class lines and forced many of our by-now traditional aspirational voters back the government's policy and by extension the government candidates."


David Owen, Into the Maelstrom, (Macmillan, 1991):

"Of the eight seats made vacant in the second half of 1984, SDP only won two. Our approach was sound, but our execution was lacking. The distribution of seats and the half-half arrangement needed to be reworked to prevent our utter decimation."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"During the second half of 1984 as seat after seat became open, I pestered Tony to seek one. Each time he shook his head and gave me a knowing smile. Then, towards the end of the year he slipped behind me and whispered into my ear, 'Rochdale.' I thought he went crackers."


Bryan Gould, Hard Labour, (Penguin Books, 1989):

"Over the objections of many, I personally suggested Tony Blair to run at Rochdale."


Denis Healey, Silly Billies, (Penguin Books, 1990):

"I urged all in the Shadow Cabinet to get Mr. Blair to run at Rochdale."


Peter Shore, Leading the Left, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"I immediately recognized Tony Blair as our best candidate to run at Rochdale and said so at the Shadow Cabinet, over many an objections I may add."


Roy Hattersley, Roy from Yorkshire, (Penguin Books, 1992):

"Using what little influence I had from the backbenches I urged all to get Tony Blair selected as our Party's candidate in Rochdale."


Joe Ashton, My Labour, My Party, (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1993):

"I told everyone who would listen that Tony Blair had to run at Rochdale."


Cherie Booth, Speaking for Myself, (Little, Brown, 1998):

"When Tony let it be known he wanted to run at Rochdale, everyone let him, as no one wanted to run against an Alliance machine following their string of wins at the close of '84. I was too busy in Europe to give much support and help, but Tony managed, aided by the strange and wonderful Mr. Trippi."


Joe Trippi, Sleepless Summers, (Faber, 1998):

"Watching Fritz (Walter Mondale) lose in November '84 to Reagan was soul crushing, awful and exhausting. It was my second Presidential and I was done. Done. A good corporate job was in the offing and I would become that great and wonderful thing - a consultant, making TV ads for politicians I had never heard of, so that when they lose I would not cry myself to sleep. Then I got a phone call from not so jolly old England. Someone called John Smith heard of my work in Maine (where my team had stolen a march on Alan Cranston's guerilla campaign against Fritz by creating out of nothing 93 caucuses in three days to send delegates to the straw polls in 16 counties). He asked me if I would mind coming to London to have a chat. 'London, England?' I asked dimly. 'Yes,' he said quite unperturbed. There were two problems. I knew nothing about England and more importantly I knew nothing about English politics. He said he understood, but wanted me to come and look as a 'consultant.' Things were looking up. My first client, I thought as I hammered out a deal for so many hours (200) and first class airfare (!). John Smith met me warmly (well, as warmly as a Scottish bank manager) when I landed and after letting me rest up in a tiny hotel room with tiny elevators and tiny hallways (Europe!) I was ushered into the Labour Party HQ - Transport House, though it wasn't the Transport House. I would explain but it would hurt me and you both. John Smith got my name from Roy Hattersley whose guilty pleasure was to attend Democratic Party Presidential conventions. Fritz talked me up and Roy and therefore John kept tabs. I was to meet the Party leadership later in the week, but was given the grand tour there and then: rows upon rows of typewriters manned by rows upon rows of blank faced female secretaries of indeterminate age. There was one VCR. There were two TVs. And there were no computers. 'Where are the computers?' I asked out loud. The whole place fell silent. I suddenly realized I walked into a wedge issue. 'Computers are a fad,' you see and the bad guys over at the SDP used them and therefore Labour wouldn't. This was beyond dumb. I have had computers to store political data since the Bradley campaign in '81. I briefly explained all of this to all around me, getting glazed eyes. Right. There goes the gig, I thought. The rest of my contract in England was spent in exile in Manchester (picture post-apocalyptic Pittsburgh), working with the distrustful locals who couldn't decide whether they hated me more because I was an American or because I was a professional campaigner, trying to elect a Labour candidate into a seat held by the Liberal Party since doomsday: Rochdale."
 

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I'm an ignorant American who hasn't read Alan Clark's diaries- did he actually have that disturbing sexual fixation with Thatcher?
 
I'm an ignorant American who hasn't read Alan Clark's diaries- did he actually have that disturbing sexual fixation with Thatcher?
As a fellow ignorant American, I can answer: No, not really. He found parts of her attractive, body parts (there are choice words about her ankles) and bits of personality (presence of greatness, if I recall correctly, was a phrase he once used to describe what he felt when she walked into the tea room). I amped up his creepiness by about 99x for a couple of reasons. One, Alan Clark's career is taking off like a rocket in this timeline thanks to his hardline defense of Mrs. Thatcher and all things Thatcherite and he is obsessing and seeing her as a sort of female pagan deity. Two, this is a slightly different Alan Clark. In the original timeline, Mr. Clark went out his way not to reference Jeffrey Archer in his Diaries as a favor to a friend. Here, or at least in this volume of the diaries, Mr. Clark is being much more indiscreet.
 
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