One of the driving forces for people writing autobiography is the need to slay demons. That was certainly the case with my childhood memoir, Eccles Cakes, whose production was painful but therapeutic. And I suspect that has been equally true for the actor and politician Michael Cashman with his much more substantial book, One of Them (Bloomsbury, £18.99). His story falls into three distinct parts, not quite the Three Ages of Man, but separate compartments of his life in which his developing personality and sensibilities have been the unifying thread. The first of these parts — which will probably appeal most to the “general reader” who knows of him as an actor — deals with growing up as one of four boys in a working class family near the docks in Limehouse, East London, in the 1950s and early 1960s. His father did manual work unloading ships before finding a more congenial post as a park keeper, while his mother cleaned offices and juggled bills in an effort to stave off financial calamity. Young Michael was different from the other boys, however, because he realised very early on that he was gay and he loved to perform. This would land him a part in the West End musical, Oliver!, for a while taking over the title role. That set him on a professional path that would lead to joining the cast of the BBC��s soap opera, Eastenders.
As a teenager he was introduced to the (then illegal) excitement and pitfalls of same-sex encounters, about which he is brutally candid. His sexuality led to him becoming politically engaged, outraged by the injustices faced by LGBT people, not least when Margaret Thatcher was in power and Section 28 was introduced, banning the “promotion” of homosexuality. Along with some friends, notably the actor and fellow resident of Tower Hamlets, Ian McKellen, he set up Stonewall, probably the most effective political lobbying group of its kind. By now Michael had also got involved in Labour Party politics, resulting in him getting elected for three terms as an MEP for the West Midlands. I would have liked to hear much more of his experiences in the European Parliament, and his work on the Cotonou Convention between the EU and the “ACP” countries of Africa, the Caribbean and the Pacific, but life in Brussels and Strasbourg and various work-related trips to far-flung parts of the world get short shrift.
The third and final part of the book is the most personal and confessional, covering the most important relationship in his life, with the entertainer, organiser and later Labour Party activist Paul Cottingham, a dozen years his junior. They met in Scarborough, when Paul was a 19-year-old Redcoat at Butlins and Michael was working with Alan Ayckbourn. It was a coup de foudre, though theirs would develop into a open relationship of a kind rarely successfully managed. As Paul developed an interest in becoming a counsellor, Michael became his resident guinea pig and parts of the final section of the book are like eavesdropping on talking therapy. Large chunks of conversation are recreated, as if from retrieved memory. Emotions were intensified when Paul developed a rare form of cancer which overturned assumptions about who would outlive the other. In fact, Paul would pass away just days before Michael was inducted into the House of Lords as a Labour Peer. Certain passages of this section are immensely moving. But throughout the book one has the sense of a roller-coaster life, rapidly moving from highs to lows, but richly savoured.