View From The House - 26th April 2000
Reprinted From The Lichfield Mercury
I am writing this article from my home in Lichfield now that the House of
Commons has finally broken up for the Easter recess. With Easter being
late this year, it has been a long hard slog down in Westminster with many
late nights. Coughs and colds abound: one Labour MP friend (yes, despite
how we all appear on TV, most of us all get on very well together) reckons
our resistance to disease gets worn down through being 'just dog tired' as
she puts it.
My office is not actually in the Palace of Westminster. It is in what used
to be New Scotland Yard on the Thames Embankment. Older readers may recall
the TV series "No Hiding Place" with Chief Inspector Lockhart. At the
beginning of each show, a black Wolsley car with a blue light on top would
sweep into the building - well, that's where my office and that of my
secretary, Joanne, is based. The advantage is that the offices are
brighter and airier than those in the old Palace and when the Division Bell
rings, signifying a vote, it needs a brisk sprint back to the Commons to
get in to vote within the 8 minutes allowed. It saves my having to join
the House of Commons gym. The disadvantage struck home to me the other
night when I was walking back to the Commons late one night in the pouring
rain behind a fairly well known Labour MP in her sixties, plodding along the
pavement, her shoulders hunched against the wind and weighed down by the
piles of documents she was carrying. I thought to myself "And people
think we lead a glamorous life?" Oh, and just for the record, I did
volunteer to carry her stuff.
But I suppose in many ways it is glamorous. Although Prime Minister's
Question Time is more theatre than legislature, reputations can be made or
broken in those few minutes. MPs have Parliamentary Privilege which
enables them to say anything without fear of prosecution or being sued for
slander. I used it a few years ago to expose corruption in the BBC when
licence payers money was being diverted into a few pockets. I had to name
names and the national press were able to reprint them without fear of
prosecution themselves. This is not something done often and should not
be done lightly. I would never forgive myself if I named someone, ruining
their reputation, only to find out later that they were innocent.
And Parliament is a friendly place behind the scenes. It is an extended
family and politicians of all parties work together on the scrutiny of
Government Bills, the work of Government Departments, and on All-Party
special interest groups. Regarding the latter, I am an officer of a
number of engineering and management groups because of my past experience
together with the All Party Royal Marines Parliamentary Group. But the most unusual group I have just been roped
into is the All Party Chocolate and Confectionery Industry Group -
where the Labour Chairman (she is a woman, but agrees that "Chair" is a
Chippendale maybe, but most certainly not a human) has asked me to be the
Vice Chairman - the vice being the love of chocolate, no doubt. So
Tudor Chocolates manufactured in Alrewas and sold in the Tudor Café in Bore
Street Lichfield can now know that they have a strong voice in Parliament!
And what of Lichfield? Well, just 3 years of Government policy has closed
our courts and already one building society bank has moved away saying we
can all go to Tamworth instead. Despite a healthy economy, the future of
hospital services in Lichfield, Burntwood, and Barton is at risk. And as
for the funding of the Police, well I need not comment about the changes
over the last 3 years. They are there - or not there, sadly - for
everyone to see.
But as I write this, Easter is but a day away and Westminster is far away.
So I hope by the time you read this you will have had a happy Easter break
and the weather has improved. The weekend following Easter, I am off
with my mates (including a reporter from the Mirror and another from The
Times) for a rowdy few days on a canal boat. I hope you won't be reading
about it in the dailies!