So here’s what I’m reading at the moment.
It’s not exactly a light hearted page turner, and I’m definitely not reading it because I want to be a politician – a statement which should probably immediately qualify me to BE a politician – but I am interested in why people become politicians and what makes them tick.
The book’s been well publicised of course, with the tensions between Blair and Brown widely documented. But here’s the bit that jumped off the page, punched me between the eyes and shook my head from side to side for good measure.
“The final touches were put in place at our house in Islington, sitting in the bedroom with Peter Hyman, as downstairs our daughter Kathryn was having a birthday party. So I would go between games of pass-the-parcel and rewriting British social democracy”.
Now if you are Prime Minister, and you have a major crisis on your hands, I can understand that you might have to skip your child’s birthday party. But he wasn’t Prime Minister at the time. He had just been elected leader of the Labour Party, and was rewriting the Labour Party constitution. Does that really constitute a child-party-missing crisis? Or am I being harsh?
My opinion of politicians wasn’t great before I read this book. If this is what makes them tick, then I’m even less impressed with them as a species. Duck house, anyone?