Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #2342951 in Books
• Published on: 2000-02-11
• Format: Audiobook
• Binding: Audio Cassette
• 2 pages

Amazon.co.uk
"I am plagued by the nightmare that the party that started with Gladstone will end with Ashdown". Paddy Ashdown wrote this following his election as Leader of the future Liberal Democrats in 1988. Faced with party infighting, the conflict with David Own and the SDP, and the brink of financial insolvency, Ashdown's future seemed doomed. However, by the time he ends The Ashdown Diaries following the 1997 election, he writes "I am leading a party that is larger than Lloyd George's!" The Ashdown Diaries record this remarkable turnaround amid the turbulent final years of Mrs Thatcher and the uncertainty of the Major Government, and his fateful attempt to negotiate a coalition government with Tony Blair. Remarkably frank and written in an engagingly brusque (and often rather naive) style, Ashdown's diaries are a fascinating account of political life at one remove from governmental power. This makes many of his amusing and often brutal accounts of the great and the good highly entertaining. Political historians will be particularly interested in the majority of the book, dealing with Ashdown's surprisingly close links with Blair, and his claim to have come with an inch of joining the Cabinet in 1997. Lively, entertaining and often very witty, this is a frank and convincing portrait of Ashdown. --Jerry Brotton

Amazon.co.uk Review
Alec Guinness, David Attenborough, Quentin Crisp, John Simpson--many fascinating autobiographies have been read by their authors, but the ex-leader of the Lib Dems has produced a dog. Yet the facts of his story are interesting. He inherited a divided and bankrupt party which agreed--after marathon debates--to assume a new and forgettable name; he attempted to end the confusion about what they stood for, without success; he laid secret plans with Tony Blair to form a coalition designed to send the Tories to perdition; he repeatedly visited the Balkans to try to repair the damage left by meddling and fainthearted Western governments. His tale ends in 1997 with Blair pulling out of the secret compact, and with himself standing down as party leader. Part Two is promised soon.

The trouble with these diaries--and with his reading, which, alas, suits them perfectly--is that they are trudgingly, achingly dull. The blurb describes him as "charismatic", but of that quality these cassettes give no sign. Very occasionally he produces a nice turn of phrase--as when he speaks of the Tories "murdering Caesar" in ditching Mrs T--but for the most part his account has as much colour as a police report. He may have invaded Blair's inner circle, but we get no sense of what that must have been like, no whiff of personalities. He is either hopelessly unobservant, or else too mealy-mouthed to reveal what he sees; he seems devoid of the humanity which could illuminate the more tragic figures (John Major for one) with whom he consorts. OK, he's worked like a Trojan in the Balkans; OK, he can speak Chinese; OK, he only sleeps three hours a night--but, being no Thatcher, he clearly longs for his rightful eight. No mention, by the way, of his notorious affair. Several times he speaks of going to bed "dog-tired". Perhaps he should now curl up in his basket. --Betty Tadman

Synopsis
This volume of Paddy Ashdown's diary is a first-hand account of the efforts to build a centre-left strategy for defeating the Conservatives, gives insight into the management and structure of a modern political party, and also includes Ashdown's daily record.

Customer Reviews

Prepare Not To Have Power!
Paddy Ashdown, ex-Royal Marine and Special Boat Service, took over the Liberals from the pompously fatuous David Steel, who could fit all his party's M.P.s into two taxis (one for the gargantuan Cyril Smith, the other for the remaining four or five). Ashdown had some success in increasing the number of Liberals in Parliament and in local government, but, in attempting to treat with the Labour opposition under Tony Blair (in a bid to introduce proportional representation to the UK), he was misled by the latter (quelle surprise!), his party then being swamped as the voters abandoned John Major's Conservatives in droves, voting for "New Labour" and ignoring the Liberal Party as Conservative and Liberal voters found that Blair seemed like, well, both, or either, or whatever: "All things nice" and "Things Can Only Get Better" (remember that?! Politics As A Pop Song?).

The book is a good read in parts, sadly pedestrian in others, particularly the endless discussions around PR etc. It has to be said that, for a national political leader, Ashdown seems astonishingly naive in some areas. And he is all too ready, in military fashion, to admire and revere people and institutions unworthy of his plaudits. At the same time, he takes for granted his own importance and, like many politicians and especially British Liberal Party politicians, hugely overvalues that role. This was a characteristic of his predecessors: Jeremy Thorpe --who wanted to bomb the British people in Rhodesia in 1966 -- and David Steel, who flew around Africa denouncing white rule in South Africa and imagining himself on equal terms with the assorted African dictators he praised; so with Ashdown's immediate successor, Kennedy, who was wont to expatiate on matters over which he had as little influence (thank God!) as you or I. In Ashdown's case, we read that he is invited as guest of honour at the "passing out" dinner of the 1996 Secret Intelligence Service trainees (no doubt because he had had some previous connection when in the military special forces). What struck me most on this is that he thinks it quite normal that he is taken from home (with some others already on board) BY HELICOPTER to the training place (presumably their fort near Portsmouth, though he does not specify and, next day, on to London, also by helicopter). Why should the taxpayers pick up bills like that, because a few bureaucrats want to play James Bond? He never even poses the question. Something else struck me: he writes a bit like the impressed NCO invited for a drink in the officers' mess. Rather odd, bearing in mind that he himself had accomplished confidential missions in conjunction, at least, with SIS. The trainees he met were, after all, only a clique of recent University students who sound, even as Ashdown praises them, very precious and mutually-admiring.

The book is heavy on short-lived "triumphs" like the defection of a few Conservative M.P.s. They wasted their time, all being voted out in 1997 anyway. As for PR, of course, if you believe at all in our "democracy", it is absurd to keep the old geographic boundaries and the first past the post system, which means that a party which gets even 25% in each seat might get no MPs at all. But Blair obviously bamboozled Ashdown pretty comprehensively over PR and never attempted to implement the halfhearted "agreement" made. Another interesting point is that Ashdown admits at one point that, in 1991, his party is only getting 4% in some elections! In the 1970's, the National Front was getting between 5% and 10%, occasionally more (which is why the election deposits were increased by 10x, then (I believe) further increased (doubled?), to freeze the NF out. The Liberals, with their traditional support areas, much more money and no mass media hostility, had come through that little "operation" almost unscathed to Ashdown's period of leadership tenure.

It suited the media to "reveal" the brief affair with his secretary, about 6 years after it happened. He is both appalled and amused to see the Sun "newspaper" refer to him in a headline as "Paddy Pantsdown", a soubriquet which has stuck. You still hear him called that 15+ years later!

He is at his most self-important in his Bosnian adventures (almost rivalling David Owen, his ertswhile SDP Liberal Alliance colleague, of whom King Hussein is said to have asked "do you suppose he is any good as a doctor?"!). He tries to become an expert and, later, supremo, while admitting that, in 1991, he did not even know where Bosnia was located!One would imagine the Balkans waited with breath bated for a word from the Liberal "High Command"! What IS it about the Liberal (or Liberal Democrat) leaders? Even the unlamented recent alcoholic Liberal leader (they have had two more since that one, a pensioner and a suburban nobody!) seemed to think he had a right to deliver self-importantly "weighty" pronouncements on "racism", Africa and other matters and be seriously listened to! 2008 update: since I penned this review, Ashdown managed to get himself nominated for a kind of U.N. "Supremo" position in Afghanistan, until the Afghan government made a brief statement and squashed his ambitions! Not for nothing did Ashdown live, when not in London, in a house called Vane Cottage! And read or spell that as you like!

Overall, a mixed book, but it has to be said that Ashdown himself does come over in the end, au fond, as a decent sort, at least in his private capacity.

Ashdown's first diary has you in stitches throughout
Paddy Ashdown has shown that he is a character! Having met him personally his sense of wit and humour was excellent.
His book illustrates this brilliantly. The line on Margeret Thatcher, calling her a "dotty" was excellent.
What was best about the book though, was the element of surprise. Right from the in-fighting he had to contend with in his party, when he became leader, the "truth" about the Balkans, the secret deals with Blair and his surprising friendship with John Major (even though in public they seemed to unlike each other). It was a book that illustrates why Lib Dems are revived and play a part in this country. That reason is Paddy Ashdown's approach. He was tough, ruthless at times and even delivered the Conservativs a creditable opposition when Labour were in civil war.
A touching moment was the problems he had when the press got hold of his affair. It just shows how reputable politicians can be subjected to heartache from nonsense our media report on. You really felt for him. Like the autobiography I am reading at present, of John Major, his honesty shines through. A marvellous, book, a marvellous chap!

A MUST READ BOOK---- 5 STARS

Interesting, But For the Wrong Reasons
It probably wasn't Paddy's intention that Blair, Mandelson and Cook should upstage him in his own memoirs, but that is the unfortunate end effect of these worthy, but humourless diaries.

The book falls into two distinct halves: the Westminster diaries and the Balkan diaries. While the latter are engagingly written, involving the reader by their pace and descriptive flair, the Westminster recollections are memorable only for their insights into the political skills of Tony Blair and his closest circle.

The reader gains the strong impression that Paddy is at his happiest when he is courting danger, dodging mortar fire, and interviewing villainous warlords. The Bosnian adventures are reminiscent of John Simpson's exploits in 'A Mad World, My Masters'. One senses a wistful nostalgia for the politician's SBS days.

Back on the Westminster scene, however, Paddy seems to metamorphose into a rather grumpy party leader who feels uncomfortable in his role, and who appears to dislike almost every aspect of the House of Commons, its procedures, and its inmates. It's clear that he's exhausted and frustrated, and can't wait to get out of the job.

The most striking feature of these diaries is their almost total lack of humour. Fans of Clark and Brandreth will not find much to entertain them. Also, readers who have only a passing interest in Proportional Representation may get bogged down in the interminable discourses on this subject.

The impression one is left with is that Paddy should have stayed in the Army or Diplomatic Service, in both of which he would undoubtedly have excelled. These are the diaries of an admirable and worthy man whose rather rigid and upright views made it difficult for him to fit into the uneasy compromises of modern political life.

As an insight into the mind of the embryo Prime Minister Blair, however, the diaries are quite fascinating. But somehow I don't think that was Paddy's intention.