My first thought on reading through several lengthy entries was "Where did he get the time?" Latterly, I thought "Where did he get the inclination?" Spending literally every day of the week with this cast of oddities would stretch normal people's tolerances beyond the limit. The overall impression is how childish and petty a lot of these key politicians were - Blair himself, Mandleson, Prescott, Cook and, of course, Brown. Campbell observes from a distance and is infuriated, challenged and impressed as the entries roll by. I did wonder, however, how much personal opinion had been edited out, as the fury he feels over certain people and actions is often muted and written between the lines.
As the diaries progress, my disdain for politicians just grew. We let this lot run the country? Self-centred, egotistical, cursed (or blessed) with breathtaking lack of insight, you wouldn't let this bunch run their own nose. If any one of them were a barman at your local pub, you'd never cross the threshold. Colossally dull, self-centred bores. And if Cherie were a barmaid.....
I began to wonder how Campbell managed to stick with them. Obviously it must have been a terrific thrill to feel you were at the centre of power, of convincing yourself that you were making a difference, but as I read of the shenanigans politicians are caught up in it only convinced me more and more of how increasingly irrelevant most of them are. Blair had ten years of so called power. Apart from being remembered for exactly what neither he nor Campbell want to be remembered for, what else did they achieve? When they went, the world turned without them. Not surprising really, after reading these diaries, because this lot hardly recognised the world outside that of their own limited viewpoint. They were their own world. Campbell's diaries plod on day after day totally focused on the internal issues he has to deal with. Meanwhile, out there in the real world, life went on, but Campbell doesn't have much time to mention it, apart from the odd Barnsley football game.
This would be a fascinating read for politicos, but I increasingly found it hard going. The book finishes on literally Election Day for Blair when he wins with a landslide (against probably the weakest Tory government and leader, ever, despite Campbell trying to build a case stating otherwise.) There's little joy or euphoria for Campbell - no change there then - and not much else but a sense of exhaustion over the work to come. I doubt I'll be reading any more of Campbell's diaries I'm afraid, they're just too much like work getting through them.