From Prescott’s interview in Sunday Times news review, this description of his home jumps out. “Here is not a working-class hero… but an Englishman in his castle, complete with turrets, eight bedrooms, servants’ staircases and electric gates”. This recalls what Littlejohn said a while ago:
“There have been times I’ve regretted ever inventing the nickname Two Jags. It helped turn Prescott into a figure of fun, disguising the fact that he is in reality a loathsome, Soviet-style political thug on the make. The satirical version of The Red Flag — ‘The working-class can kiss my arse, I’ve got the foreman’s job at last’ — could have been written for him.”
The problem one has with Prescott’s memoirs is believing a word he says. Like Cherie, there is little of substance – just insults, and not very damning ones. Brown neednt worry about the memoirs being churned out by Blair-era figures who evidently have no ammo to discharge.
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