Tony Blair suffered
a humiliating snub after making a secret attempt to “buy
off” one of our union barons with a peerage.
The offer of a seat in the Lords was made to John
Edmonds, the GMB boss, who is one of Blair’s harshest
and noisiest critics. The “informal” approach about a
peerage was made by one of No 10’s bully boys, senior
Downing Street sources admit. News of the cheeky
overture comes as union leaders begin to hurl the china
and ruin Blair’s summer.
Union brains (yes, there are one or two) suspect
Blair was trying to stop Edmonds from opposing his
so-called “privatisation” of public services with
strikes and strife.
Even some ministers are appalled by the clumsy
approach, which will do little to improve relations.
“John made it very clear that he would not accept and
the offer was withdrawn as discreetly as it was made,” a
senior minister tells Atticus. “This was a time bomb
waiting to go off. In hindsight you could say it was
possibly a little misguided. But we were desperate for
someone a little more receptive to new Labour in charge
of the GMB.” The union confirms the “pathetic” offer was
made. Hmm. This spat is shaping up nicely.
Opportunity knocks at No 10 for secret Labour
donor
Being a chum of Tony Blair has its advantages. Take
one Arnab Banerji, one of 15 previously “hidden” donors
who bunged Labour at least five grand in the run-up to
last year’s general election.
Now a grateful PM is to appoint his mucker to a
senior post in Downing Street. Banerji has left his
moderately successful City job in preparation.
Labour declines to publish the exact amounts donated
because the dosh was given before last February, when
the Electoral Commission started a public register. The
donors are to be named for the first time in Labour’s
annual report for 2001, which will be published next
month.
The 15 previously undeclared cash donors include
Richard “Big Ones” Desmond, the owner of top-shelf
magazines; John Beddington, a rather dreary academic who
suddenly finds himself on several quangos; and yet
another exotic fellow, Ali Sarikhani, who specialises in
advice on “tax management”. How long before he becomes
chief secretary to the Treasury? And all, possibly, for
the price of a second-hand Mondeo.
Drinks held hostage at Andrew’s ‘sexist’ golf
club
Prince Andrew and his chums are going to be parched
into surrender. Andy’s favourite golf club, the Royal
West Norfolk, has been refused a new drinks licence
until it changes rules that deny women members the right
to vote at meetings. The club, which boasts the prince
among its 740 members and is a four iron from
Sandringham, has been given the order by magistrates.
Wimmin types are delighted but, incredibly, a Major
Nigel Carrington Smith, the club secretary, puffs that
he thought “the ladies didn’t want to vote”. They
describe this as “nonsense” and the club as “sexist”.
Send in Fergie: she’ll sort ’em out.
Word on the onion bhaji circuit is that the House of
Commons is to replace a canteen that proudly purveys
English nosh with a curry house. Tories, mindful of
Labour’s fondness for businessmen from the subcontinent,
are already calling the joint “Hinduja’s”. As Tony Blair
has clearly had his fill of the hard left, let’s just
hope it doesn’t encourage the trots.
The Ritz, still one of Atticus’s favourite
refuelling stops, further rose in my esteem when it
featured in a photo shoot in GQ magazine.
The hotel never looked lovelier, because the snaps
starred that extremely talented young model Heidi Klum,
bouncing around and looking yummy. Alas, one shot
featured a Ritz bellboy blindfolding Klum in her
undergarments.
Service is still holding up at the London hotel, but
I search the menu in vain for bondage. G&T, no
problem. S&M, more tricky. The Barclay brothers,
owners of the joint, were not amused. The
publicity-hungry poppet, who thought she’d pulled off a
coup, has received a smacked bottom.
A nosh inspector for the AA Restaurant Guide has
downed fork after her boss stopped her awarding one of
Gordon Ramsay’s eateries a fifth rosette. I suspect
Ramsay couldn’t give a fig. The AA should stick to
judging Little Chefs.
Many congrats to my chum Rowan Williams, new
Archbishop of Canterbury, whose appointment was first
confirmed here (it was in these pages that the date for
George Carey’s long overdue retirement was disclosed).
But the real seer is Father Philip Ursell, principal of
Pusey House. When the prelate was first ordained as
lowly Bishop of Monmouth, Ursell startled the flock by
saying: “Do you realise we have been present at the
consecration of the future Archbishop of Canterbury?”