What I wrote about Piggate (in 2007)

I don’t think there’s any question that David Cameron’s student days were more colourful than mine. According to a book serialised in the Daily Mail: his antics included drug taking, membership of obnoxious drinking societies and, most strangely, putting his penis into the mouth of a dead pig. By contrast, I became a local councillor and wrote a blog.

One of the posts on that blog reflected on revelations made about Nick Clegg and Chris Huhne, who were at the time competing for the Lib Dem leadership. Clegg was accused of having set fire to a rare cactus collection, while Huhne had apparently written an article praising hard drugs.

I didn’t think lingering on such incidents was wise:

The presumptive future Lib Dem leader says that: “I did some damage to some plants. I am not proud of it. I think we all have blemishes in our past.”

Not me. I am ashamed to admit that but I have been such a goody two shoes throughout my life that there is nothing scandalous in my past I can think of. It is early days, I am only in my fourth week of University. But given that I don’t drink, smoke, take drugs, break the law in any serious way and that my love life has never been terribly exciting, this is a state of affairs I can’t see changing.

Let this be a warning to you all. If politicians are hounded for silly mistakes they made a long time ago then no good will come of it. If people with blemished pasts are put off going into politics then the people left will be a lot like me: dull, puritanical and self-righteous.

Today I’m less sure that I would survive unscathed if for some reason the press did decide to rake through my entire life – a brush with mental illness does that to you. But that hasn’t changed my conviction that dwelling on politicians’ misspent youths is a bad idea.

I couldn’t help wondering what would have happened if the Daily Mail circa 1960 or so had found out that Roy Jenkins and Tony Crosland had been lovers in their student days. It seems unlikely that either man’s career could have survived the revelation and their contribution to public life – including the legalisation of homosexuality and a big increases in access to higher education – would have been at best delayed.

Besides the narrowing of talent this process potentially leads to, it is prurient. The Cameron story is a good example. It’s classic Daily Mail: allowing its readers to vicariously experience debauchery whilst hypocritically feeling smug about being better than the people involved.

And it’s not really fair. The David Cameron who studied at Oxford is not the one whose Prime Minister today. That goes beyond the idea of ‘learning lessons’ and into the very structure of the brain:

…the changes that happen between 18 and 25 are a continuation of the process that starts around puberty, and 18 year olds are about halfway through that process. Their prefrontal cortex is not yet fully developed. That’s the part of the brain that helps you to inhibit impulses and to plan and organize your behavior to reach a goal.

And the other part of the brain that is different in adolescence is that the brain’s reward system becomes highly active right around the time of puberty and then gradually goes back to an adult level, which it reaches around age 25 and that makes adolescents and young adults more interested in entering uncertain situations to seek out and try to find whether there might be a possibility of gaining something from those situations.

Therefore, it is the most outrageous and stupid traits of a young person that are least likely to persist into proper adulthood. A fully developed pre-frontal cortext will generally inhibit molesting a pig’s carcass or burning down cacti.

Besides these general problems, there’s one specific to this story: it is quite possibly untrue. It originates with a book by Lord Ashcroft, who is apparently angry at being scorned by the PM. Neither Ashcroft nor his co-author Isabel Hardman Oakeshotte has direct knowledge of the pig penetrating incident. Rather they claim to have been told about it by another person present who claims that someone else has a photo of it. The fact that this single unsubstantiated source subsequently became an MP, given his social mileu presumably a Conservative one, is used to lend their account weight. However, many of Cameron’s fellow parliamentarians harbour ill will towards him and election to the Commons does not exempt one from the human tendency to mis-remember and embellish. Unfortunately, such lurid stories have a staying power independent of their accuracy: the story about David Mellor having sex in a Chelsea shirt was pure invention but it’s still the main thing most people – myself included – associate him with.*

So I cannot share the glee of many others at Cameron’s humiliation. Even if the pretext for it is genuine – quite an if – it’s undeserved. It is trivial, malicious and unnecessary. Cameron was an adolescent when his alleged misdemeanors took place. Ashcroft, the Mail’s editorial team and most of the tweeters wetting themselves with mirth about ‘piggate’ are adults who have no such excuse.

*Not I must say that I feel much sympathy for Mellor. However, I feel Cameron is in a rather different position.

Update (19:55 21/09/2015) I’ve corrected a mistake regarding who Ashcroft’s co-author is.

The Outing of Roy Jenkins

We now know that the Home Secretary behind the legalisation of homosexuality had himself been in a relationship with another man. How does that change our view of that seminal reform?


In Britain, the politics often gets left out of the story of the Sixties. The American narrative of that decade requires rock and roll, flower power and the like to share the stage with JFK, MLK and Roe v Wade. In France a political event – the protests of 1968 – defines the period. By contrast in Britain we seldom look beyond Minis and the Beatles.

If we did, however, we’d see that the social and cultural changes we fixate on stand alongside a series of massively important political reforms. And those were to a remarkable extent the work of two men. As Education Secretary, Tony Crosland began the expansion of higher education and the spread of comprehensive schooling. Roy Jenkins’ time as Home Secretary has been branded by some of his critics as a “cultural revolution.” It involved major reforms of the police and criminal trials, the ending of the use of the birch in prisons, the end of theatre censorship, relaxing divorce laws and banning discrimination on grounds of sex or race. However, what it is best known for was that Jenkins gave government support to private members bills to legalise homosexuality and abortion so that they could pass. These two men have been largely forgotten by my generation but they transformed the country we live in.

Thanks to a new biography of Jenkins by John Campbell serialised in the Daily Mail, we now know that they were lovers. Their relationship appears to have lasted for several years both during and after their time at Oxford Uni. It came to an end with Jenkins’ engagement to Jennifer Morris who he would stay married to (despite numerous affairs) till his death. According to Campbell this appears to have been a painful turn of events for Crosland, who made several rather pathetic attempts to win Jenkins back.

So how does it change our perspective on the Sexual Offences Act 1967 to know that without this legislation, the driving force behind it might have faced prosecution? The Daily Mail seems clear what its angle is. They’ve chosen extracts from Campbell’s book that emphasise Jenkins’ urbane hedonism and how that put him at odds with ordinary Britons. In this reading his homosexuality is just another example of his moral laxity.

This reading is not only offensive but also rather thin. Jenkins’ lifestyle may have been indulgent but he was hardly Jordan Belfort. Nor was laxity necessarily a feature of his policies: he presided over a period of austerity as Chancellor. And most of the reforms that seemed radical at the time – not least the legalisation of homosexuality – have become ‘common sense’ measures taken for granted by members of all classes.

A more plausible interpretation might be that we would need to redefine Jenkins’ relations to the gay rights struggle. Before Campbell’s revelation he would have been considered in modern parlance a ‘straight ally.’ Now that label seems far less apt. Nonetheless, I’m not sure that the alternative of seeing Jenkins as a member of the LGBT community asserting his rights’ (albeit from within the closet) makes more sense. For starters, my instinct is that Jenkins would not have identified as gay or bisexual. He lived in a time when ideas of sexual identity were much less nuanced and gradated than they are today. So given that apart from Crosland, Jenkins’ other relationships all seem to have been with women, I guess he would have seen the relationship as a ‘phase’ in an otherwise heterosexual life. More generally, identity just wasn’t that important a notion for Jenkins. He was the white man who introduced the sex and race discrimination acts after all. And despite his roots in a Welsh mining town, he was much less attached to the notion of the working class than most of his Labour contemporaries. I’m not sure he’d have felt a much greater affinity with the gay rights cause if he had thought of himself as part of the gay community.

Where I do think his personal experience may have been relevant is in his sense of the hypocrisy of the British establishment. One of the few moments of genuine anger in Jenkins’ autobiography is when he discusses how the political and social elites he moved among embraced the homosexuality of many of their members but did nothing to change laws that made life a misery for gay men from less privileged circles. The Crosland-Jenkins relationship provides a rather striking example of this. According to Campbell in 1942:

Crosland soon came to realise there was no way he was going to get Roy back, and he poured out his heart in a letter to Roy’s  parents, to whom he had become close over the years.

‘Roy came under the spell of the first nice girl he met,’ he explained, ‘which was a revolutionary break in our friendship since he omitted to mention the matter at all to me, although we were corresponding  regularly. This I was not easily able either to forget or forgive.

‘I was both jealous and  bitter, and despite two or three visits to Pontypool we were never able to re-introduce any genuine harmony into our relationship.’

But he was reconciled to the situation. ‘Many of the high hopes are gone, many bold gay plans for the future are dead, and somewhere a spark has been put out.

‘But it may well be that the new state of affairs is more healthy than the old.

‘We shall become two normal people on conventionally friendly terms.’

That Crosland would be so open with two people born in the nineteenth century about his feelings for another man gives a pretty clear indication of the dissonance between the views of the British establishment and the cruel laws they allowed to stand.