Ann Treneman: Parliamentary Sketch
I know it is Tessa Jowell’s job to be upbeat about the Olympics, but there are worrying signs that the stress is getting to her.
She came to the Commons to say that the cost of the Games was now £9.3 billion and that even more lottery money was needed to help to pay for it. She presented this as an absolute triumph of prudence and planning. “It’s full steam ahead for 2012,” she cried.
“Scandalous!” harumphed opposition MPs. Tessa looked genuinely hurt at their pathetic lack of understanding. Didn’t they see that these were the “Legacy Olympics”? They were wonderful, super, fantastic!
The Tories totted up the cost in a disgruntled way. They denounced her “raid” on the lottery.
Tessa began to twirl her spectacles in disgust at their sheer lack of vision.
Don Foster, for the Lib Dems, was even ruder. “The confusion must end! The infighting must end!” he cried, almost a parody of an outraged politician. “The writing of blank cheques must end!”
Tessa barked right back: “I think that is a rant worthy of Victor Meldrew.” She then embarked on her own rant about people who believe “our dear friends the journalists” and not her own wondrous fantastic news about the great five-ringed legacy. “I have always invited the opposition parties to be part of the planning for the Games, to be champions for the Games, to be champions of the ambitions of young people,” she cried. “At every opportunity they default to a position of point-scoring and party political advantage, allegation and slur.”
This petulance begot even more slurs. Tessa clearly saw herself as some sort of Olympic martyr. It wasn’t convincing, for “make mine a whine” is never a good motto in politics.
Even MPs on her own side recoiled: “Can I caution you not to treat every question which raises an important issue to mean that somehow people are opposed to the Olympics Games?” chided Kate Hoey, who asked if there would now be grassroots lottery project cuts. “I welcome your support,” Tessa trilled to loud guffaws. I wasn’t sure it could get worse, but I had not understood how deeply hurt Tessa seemed to be.
A Tory stood up and asked about the rising costs. Tessa snapped back that she wished he would just come out and say that London shouldn’t have won the Olympics.
Oh dear. Then another Tory asked a highly critical question. Tessa jumped up and cried: “That was a vote for Paris!”
Someone else asked if council tax in London would go up further. “Another vote for Paris!” Tessa said in true “j’accuse” style.
Things were spinning out of control now.
I was hoping that someone, anyone, would now vote for sanity. But next up was the great Sir Patrick Cormack, whose Humpty Dumpty physique probably rules him out of any actual Olympic competition. “It is possible to be in favour and yet to express concern,” he noted gently.
“Those concerned about arts and heritage matters fear there is going to be a destructive distortion in their budget. They fear you will go down in history as the most expensive lady since Helen of Troy, whose face launched a thousand ships. They at least were operational.”
I heard someone say: “Well, she’s certainly going to go down!”
Tessa tried to let it go. She did not accuse Sir Patrick of voting for Paris. Instead, she noted he was “just a touch apocalyptic”.
Yes, well surely that is better than being just a touch paranoid. I do hope Tessa gets a grip: people may be out to get her but that doesn’t mean they voted for Paris.
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