The turf: Robin Oakley tries to reconcile Henry Cecil with his biographer Brough Scott
The trouble with writing about people is their friends. Back when woolly mammoths roamed the earth and I was Crossbencher in the Sunday Express, I wrote admiringly about the burgeoning prospects of a young MP. He was of Dutch origin and I suggested that he might become the first Hollander to lead the British Labour party. A friend was drinking in Annie’s Bar in the Commons two days later and overheard another MP congratulate my subject. ‘Nice article about you in Crossbencher, Dick.’ ‘Yes,’ he replied, smiling modestly. ‘Don’t know what I did to deserve that.’ A little later in came another colleague. ‘Oh, Dick, I’m so sorry about that