Diary – 30 November 2002

Within an hour of returning to the Commons after a sabbatical tour of ex-British South Asia I find myself plunged into the firefighters’ strike. The Blairites have long been envious of the glass-jawed opponents who queued up to be walloped by Mrs Thatcher. But during Monday’s Downing Street press conference the Prime Minister modestly disavowed the Sun’s belligerent claim that he wants to ‘do a Maggie’ on the FBU. There’s no need really; he is as evidently a conciliator as she was a warrior. It suits the milder temper of the times, despite the media’s frantic demands for victory by tea-time. Warrior Winston would not have lasted long enough to become the BBC’s Top Briton if today’s Daily Beast had been on his case in 1940-2.

We used the sabbatical and absurdly cheap tickets (£800 for 11,000 miles and back) to visit my wife’s family in New Zealand via Delhi, Singapore and Melbourne, all previously unseen by me.