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This was surprising as the scriptwriters are Mark Tavener (of Absolute Power) and Steve Punt, who used to write scripts for Spitting Image until its demise in 1996 (coincidentally, just as New Labour was on the rise). At the height of true-bluedom in the 1980s, the political puppeteering show used to boast at least 15 million viewers. Perhaps then we all had a more keenly developed sense of humour? Certainly there’s been nothing quite like Week Ending on radio, despite the best efforts of The Now Show.
Lord Malan, the magazine’s proprietor, enlists a new editor from the Guardian, Keith Toynbee, in the hope of bringing in readers from the other side. But very little else happens. A few drinks with MPs on the House of Commons terrace. Lunch at the Savoy. The evil machinations of a wicked-witch rival called Anna, who (yawn, yawn) has been sleeping with the boss. ‘Now you’re one of my editors,’ says Malan (a curiously accented Robert Hardy, unable to decide whether he’s South African or Australian), ‘I’ll tell you what to say.’ Cue horsey laughter from the studio.
The only character with bite was played brilliantly by Michael Maloney as a gravel-voiced reporter sent off to investigate the provenance of tweed knickers for the ‘Gordon Brown Special’. But there was nothing in Blue Touch (or His Master’s Voice, for that matter) that might alarm the new PM and his minders. The only darts were that Brown’s ‘the first Labour PM since Callaghan’ and he looks like ‘the victim of cyanide poisoning’. Nothing to match Spitting Image’s grey-hued depiction of John Major with his shirt tucked inside his underpants (inspired, incidentally, by a cruel observation made by Alastair Campbell while a tabloid reporter).
On Great Political Myths (Radio Four, Sundays and Wednesdays), hosted by our own Simon Hoggart, Jack Straw admitted that he and his colleagues felt ‘very lucky’ that they had not had to compete with Spitting Image. ‘How would the puppet-masters have treated Gordon Brown?’ Hoggart asked Straw. ‘If you don’t mind,’ said Straw, ‘I think we’ll pass lightly over that’ — as if it really mattered.
Hoggart’s series of 15-minute shorts investigated the source of such infamous stories as Hague’s 14 pints of beer, Mandelson’s mushy peas and Margaret Thatcher’s ‘There’s no such thing as society’, disproving them all. Bush, we heard, never said ‘Yo, Blair’. It was quite definitely ‘Yeh’, although I’m not sure it makes all that much difference to how we perceive the style of the relationship. Norman Tebbit did not tell us all to get on our bikes (he was talking about his Dad during the Depression) and William Hague never wore his baseball cap to the Notting Hill Carnival (his visit to the Carnival was conflated with a funfair ride in the West Country a couple of days later).
Who’s then to blame for all this misreporting? Hoggart reminded us it’s neither new nor a peculiarly sinister development of our tabloid culture. After all it was supposedly Jim Callaghan who quipped, long before the Web, ‘A lie can be halfway around the world before truth has got its boots on.’
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