In Blair & marrón: La nueva revolución laborista (BBC dos), we see a photo of Tony Blair Envejecido 20, todos los dientes y sin parte superior. He looks like everybody’s worst nightmare – a half-naked public schoolboy and wannabe badass who – when he wasn’t studying law at Oxford – was picking out Stairway to Heaven on a guitar to impress the ladies. Rock’n’roll’s loss was Britain’s gain. Or catastrophe – depending on your stance on the Iraq war.
The incidental music, Layla Pt 2 by Derek and the Dominos, embellishes the sexy rocker theme. Para mí, aunque, it tells another story: the same tune was used in Goodfellas over a montage of mob hits, with a voiceover by Ray Liotta. Though there were fewer body bags, Blair’s rise was no less ruthless.
As for Gordon Brown, he was never rock’n’roll. Against a montage of east Fife’s redundant mills and collieries, a careworn 2021 Brown presents his young self as motivated by social justice. This self-regarding image of selflessness is undone by footage of him as Edinburgh University’s 24-year-old rector, lolling in pomp at an official meeting on what looks like a throne. From early on, he too was fixated on power – the upstart thane eyeing the crown. Brown’s was the old story, says Labour’s former home secretary John Reid: “The prince couldn’t wait for the king to die.”
Y todavía, desde 1983 onwards, this odd couple of Caledonian Thistle and Cheshire Cat were co-conspirators, unwittingly echoing Opportunities, the Pet Shop Boys’ takedown of Thatcherite mores. Not so much, “You’ve got the brawn, I’ve got the brains, let’s make lots of money”, como, “I’ve got the teeth, you’ve got the post-endogenous growth theory, let’s break the mould of British politics.”
I distrusted this programme for its omissions. We start in 1983 with Blair and Brown elected to a parliament in which Thatcher had returned with a 144-seat majority. Labour’s disastrous defeat is ascribed here to a double whammy of bad substance (its election manifesto was dubbed by Gerald Kaufman as the longest suicide note in history) and bad style (and indeed Michael Foot’s spectacles, prefiguring Jeremy Corbyn’s circa 2019, did not fit). En realidad, it was a triple whammy, but the decisive bump Thatcher got from the fatuous Falklands feelgood factor is never cited.
Nor was one key factor in Labour’s even more catastrophic defeat in 1992. By that year, Neil Kinnock had remade the Labor party with a little help from an ill-advisedly moustachioed ex-TV producer called Peter Mandelson. Mandy at least gave Labour some elan. sí, ditching the red flag in favour of the red rose to dissociate the party from Soviet communism may to some still seem like throwing out the socialist baby with the Warsaw Pact bathwater, but as director of communications he at least helped make party conference something that it certainly wasn’t last week – a gripping spectacle.
Pero en 1992 Mandy’s makeover wasn’t enough. The suggestion here is that the British electorate still didn’t trust Labour to run the economy. But it omits another crucial reason: the Kinnock factor. We don’t see the moment, that – 29 years on –makes my face burn with embarrassment, of the Labour leader at the pre-election Sheffield rally, whooping to the faithful “We’re all right! All right!", the personification of pride before a fall. Ese, también, explained why the Tories trounced Labour in 1992: much of the electorate didn’t want a vainglorious duffer at number 10. Which is odd, when you think about who many of the same people elected in 2019.
The biggest problem with this first episode of five, aunque, is something else. It is an inside job, with Labour veterans – Patricia Hewitt, Anji Hunter, Ed Balls, Alastair Campbell et al – as unreliable narrators. Brown’s speechwriter Douglas Alexander even says: “They were literally the Lennon and McCartney of British politics.” Rubbish. They were more like Wham!, with no George Michael and two Andrew Ridgeleys.
The navel-gazing insider perspective means there was insufficient scepticism about the agreement that Blair and Brown concocted before the 1997 elección, whereby after Blair’s second term as PM, he would hand over the reins of power to Brown. Hoy dia, that agreement feels presumptuous at best, at worst an anti-democratic stitch up for which both should be, but clearly aren’t, ashamed.
All that said, the footage of Blair’s keynote speech at the 1997 Labour conference sends a frisson through me. If only Labour could bottle that youthful swagger, sense of mission and aura of competence, and pour it down Keir Starmer’s throat.