This often reads like a political telephone directory - no wonder Duncan kept a diary, just to record the names of the countless people he seems to deal with.
It’s all quite insular and I often felt that Duncan spent 98% of his time with politicians, Spads, researchers and diplomats, and hardly ever met anyone outside of those circles. He doesn’t seem bothered about it either. He’s immersed in the world he inhabits, an endless round of meetings, titles, flights, policy detail and international squabbles. No wonder he couldn’t really understand why Britain voted for Brexit - he never meets any “normal” people living ordinary lives outside Westminster. Nevertheless you get the feeling he’s pretty disdainful of the people who voted Leave - they clearly didn’t think things through, as he very regularly asserts that he did. Therefore he bases his opinion about Leavers on the people he does know who voted that way, the politicians, Spads, researchers, diplomats etc. etc.. But, as the people knew, and know, there was hardly a soul in Westminster who really wanted Britain out of the EU, which is why they were all so shocked when it happened, and did everything in their power to prevent it after the event.
Duncan goes out of his way on a daily basis to list who he’s seen, what meetings he attended, how his time was eaten up. He’s so busy and seems anxious to convey this to the reader. But, I wondered, with all this running around, glad-handing and attending meetings, did anything ever really get done? It’s hard to pick out any examples as he boards yet another flight from Miami to Geneva via London en route from one meeting to the next.
In my career, if I drank the way these politicians do, I’d have been fired pretty quickly. We are treated to stories of late night meetings and negotiations where several of the participants can’t remember what they agreed the next morning. The drinking culture in Parliament is surely its dirty secret. I generally really enjoy political diaries, but I found this hard going. I couldn’t put my finger on why either. In the end, reading about yet another list of political never-will-be’s and yet more rounds of futile meetings, the thought struck me, “God, this is just dull”, and put it down, never to pick back up.