My bathing costume

I pass Simon Hughes on route from one part of Commons to another – and as he passes he turns and says ‘loved your review’! As he had a wicked grin on his face and I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about – I asked my Head of Office, Andrew, to find out.

It turned out to be a column by Quentin Letts in the Daily Mail writing about Parliament yesterday. I quote:

“A less generous eye might have fallen on the blinking figure of Charles Clarke, stretched so hard at the Home Office in recent days.

“It might hover, too, over the currently reduced form of Charles Kennedy – not to mention the outfit of a glamorous new Lib Dem MP called Lynne Featherstone, who was wearing an outfit that resembled a bathing costume.

“For spectacle Miss Featherstone’s top was matched only by an extraordinary, glowing object halfway down the Government front bench. This turned out to be the sunburnt bald head of John Reid, Defence Secretary.”

I desperately try to think about the decency of my attire the previous day. I was pretty sure that, although I didn’t wear my usual combination of dark trouser suit with jacket and white T-shirt, I hadn’t entirely lost the plot and worn a swimsuit. I had indeed, although unusually, worn a dress – it was a sweltering day. But to me – it was my formal summer dress (grey and discreet) – and although it has no sleeves and is not high cut at the neck, it is virtually knee length and very respectable. I remember wearing it with its matching coat to meet the Queen when she opened City Hall.

When I was young, I used to get upset at such comments – or indeed – wolf whistles as I walked past building sites. Now at my advanced age – I am simply grateful. Thank you Quentin – I say!

I stick around for the Tory Opposition Debates in the afternoon and evening – but there is an ‘incident’. On the information screens around Parliament, moving text along the bottom informs us that entrance to the Commons is barred to all for the time being because of an ‘incident ongoing’.

David Heath whispers to me in the chamber that the story doing the rounds is the police are chasing a suspected bomber along the South Bank – no idea if that was the case. My pager goes saying because of the incident there are no votes tonight – so I go home around 9pm. I get home around 9.50pm at which point my pager goes again informing me that votes are expected at 10pm. Well – I can’t get back quite that quick! Next day Whips apologise for the cock-up.

Incitement to Religious Hatred Bill

Arrive City Hall to take part in ceremonious signing of Book of Condolences following last Thursday’s terrorist attack on London.

A rabbi comes up to me and started to harangue me suggesting that I (presumably as a Liberal Democrat) should go to Jenny Tonge and ask her to make the same statement she made about understanding suicide bombers now to our home-grown suicide bombers.

I understand the point he was making – but felt it totally inappropriate moment to raise it. I generally end up with both Israeli and Palestinian being cross with me whatever I say in such cases – as I passionately believe that only a solution which gives enough of what each side needs (a two-state or an equally shared one-state) will ever work and cannot bear the repeated calls on history which can stretch back centuries with the old rights and wrongs paraded endlessly – getting nowhere. Only moving forward together will ever create peace.

OK – rant over.

We go upstairs to the chamber. One by one various people come forward to sign – Bob Kiley (Commissioner of Transport), Tony McNulty (Minister), Trevor Phillips (Chair of the CRE), Peter Hendy (Director Surface Transport, TfL), Tim O’Toole (Managing Director of Surface Transport TfL) and on.

It was very moving – very silent – very appropriate.

When the main group had finished, everyone else lines up to sign. I don’t know what others wrote – I wrote something like ‘Love is stronger than hate. Love will triumph’.

Then off to Westminster for the Incitement to Religious Hatred Bill. I sit through the debate as having taken this bill through committee stage with my colleague from the Home Affairs team, Alistair Carmichael, I want to support him and also speak if I can get called.

Prior to the debate – there is a statement by the Prime Minister. I don’t agree with him on many issues – but he is head and shoulders above the others in Labour in performance terms. Maybe it goes with the territory. For sure – Gordon doesn’t have it in that same way. The statement updates us on the situation with regard to the attacks and progress made. There is this time more of a debate and Charles K does dare to raise the issue of Iraq – which all steered clear of last time which Charles Clarke made his emergency statement on the day of the attack.

At 4.30pm-ish we begin the debate on religious hatred. During the debate I pop out to the lobby where I have received a green card from – slipped into me in the chamber. A green card is filled in with the details of someone (a constituent usually) who has come to Central Lobby to lobby their MP. By the time I can get out – about 40 minutes after receiving the card – the person is nowhere to be found. However, I do bump into Pastor Nims (who leads the Peace Alliance) and he tells me that about 3-4,000 black religious leaders are outside Parliament to lobby against the Labour Government’s Incitement to Religious Hatred Bill.

Hurrah I say – about time everyone realised that the people that Labour set out to help by trying to stop incitement to hatred on religious grounds – will be exactly those who find they cannot practise their religion freely any longer.

Many of the arguments during the debate were repeats of, by now, well-rehearsed points. But I felt moved to intervene on Chris Bryant who was making a point (I think) about the difference between the belief and the believer – because Labour believe it is possible to hate a religion without hating the person who believes in that religion. Chris kindly lets me intervene to make the point that if you have love in your heart – then you may well be able to hate the belief not the believer – but if you have hatred in your heart – then the niceties of that distinction fly out the window. Basically – thugs and creeps likely to have religious hatred stirred up in them won’t give a toss about that very academic difference!

The debate is scheduled to finish at 10.00pm sharp – at which point Mr Speaker rises to his feet to call the vote. I am called finally at 9.58pm.

‘I’ll be brief, Mr Speaker’ makes the House laugh – sadly removing precious seconds. With little time – I make the point about the unintended consequences of this bill rebounding on those it sought to help – hence the presence of the thousands outside fearing loss of their freedom to practise their religion freely and simply state that legislation can’t stop hatred.

The LibDem amendment (supported by the Tories) fell – and so I voted against the bill – which I think will be a disaster.

Chocolate Factory open day

FinFest! Off to Finsbury Park to celebrate the summer festival on a beautiful, if somewhat sweltering, day.

Arrived early – so sat for half an hour (unheard of) on a chair by the Finsbury Park Trust tent in the sun. Sheer bliss. Then did a round of the stalls – bought a ring but (as with almost all my impulse buys) I probably won’t ever wear it.

At 1.30pm I go over to the newly refurbished tennis courts to perform opening ceremony. It had been advertised as Ian Wright – sadly – they get me as sub!

Then onto the Chocolate Factory Open Day. The Chocolate Factory has nothing to do with chocolate (these days) but houses in its two buildings a colony of visual and performing arts small businesses, studios and artistes. It’s a private operation – but run with a social conscience and some help from the borough and is a very good thing – and a great thing to have in the constituency.

Two of the performers are my nephews (twins) – both rock musicians and both in bands on the verge … of good things.

Jake’s band – ‘Mad Staring Eyes’ – is playing at 2pm before I can get there from FinFest – so miss out on his performance. However, I do manage to get there (dragging younger daughter with) by 5pm in time for Nick’s band ‘The Dirty Feel’. They are fantastic! It’s the first time I have seen them live – and with guitars singing like in the good old days of proper rock bands I am well impressed.

I watch the dance troupe from Mountview Theatre School, some karaoke rappers and then home.

Surgery dangers

Surgery all morning, adding in an extra Saturday session because of the high demand.

I think it is so high for a combination of factors. Firstly – there is about a five week hiatus where the sitting MP during an election is no longer officially the MP and therefore cannot hold surgeries – so there is a basic gap in service provision.

There are a group of people who were seeing the previous MP and their problems had been unresolved – and would be irresolvable quite frankly by any MP – who think they will have another go.

There is another group who were seeing the previous MP and who were now anxious about what will happen given the MP has changed – and often want to see someone in person to assure themselves that their case will be worked on.

And then there are those who want to give the new MP a try out plus – of course – the regular diet of normal issues which arise. And there are some who just, quite sweetly, come to say hello.

So – since starting – I have been doing anything between 7 and 10 hours surgeries a week. We’ll see how the demand goes, especially now that I have my casework staff in place and so more people can be dealt with more quickly by phone and other means.

Anyway – I had received reams and reams of stuff from a guy who was very angry about a matter. Many agencies had obviously found him very difficult to deal with – and in the correspondence that I had received in advance it was obvious to me that there might be some difficulty.

He didn’t turn up for his appointment at 9am. However, he did turn up about an hour later. I explained that his appointment had been at 9am but said I would try and fit him in – though with everyone else arriving on time it might take a while.

Anyway – at about 11.30 I asked him to come in as the gentleman who had arrived for an appointment at that time had arrived but was clearly unable to talk he was so out of breath – so I asked if he minded waiting for a few minutes.

So – it began badly. Mr X heard nothing I said. Jumped down my throat. Started shouting at me. Called me a liar. Was extremely aggressive. Said that I was basically as bad as everyone else who was against him and so on. I tried to help by explaining that some of the difficulties he was encountering with all the agencies involved in this case might be because of his aggressive approach – and that he might be making it difficult for people to work with him even if they supported him. This did not help. And he stood up shouting and saying he was going to leave. So I opened the door for him. There is nothing you can do in such situations – other than hope it doesn’t escalate into physical violence.

There is a panic button under one of the desks in the room where I do my surgeries – but I don’t know what happens if you press it. I will find out! I haven’t felt until now very threatened – but I know Barbara Roche (my predecessor) had to wrestle someone to stop them setting fire to themselves and a Lib Dem MP was attacked and badly hurt and his assistant killed at a surgery. So these things are no joke and it is why I don’t do surgery alone.

Also today my latest newspaper column comes out – on ID cards. Tragically the issues about terrorism are now very topical, though I had written it a week before. Manage to update the internet version though.

Thursday in London

I have big boxes to bring back from Parliament – so for the first time – drive in. I give my daughter (Jenna) a lift to Bedford Square where she is studying. We leave at 9.00am. Shortly after begin reports on the radio about a major incident at a tube station – a power surge is being mooted as the cause. Other reports of other incidents at other stations are now being reported. I am trying to imagine why a power surge would be surging to this effect – given the amount of safety devices which must exist to stop surges surging.

Jenna and I think it is a terrorist attack despite what is being said on the radio. I hear Christian Woolmar (rail and tube pundit) verbalising on the radio the exact thoughts running through my brain. All the hallmarks of a terrorist attack. The National Grid is not reporting any signs of electrical surges in London. Cut outs cut in when there is a power surge. Christian hypothesizes that this is a terrorist attack.

We have always believed that the tube would be a key target. We have always known that G8 would be a ‘high alert’ status day/period. Add it all up together with the new report of an eyewitness who says he has just seen the top blown off of a bus in Woburn Place – and any last doubts have fled.

So what to do? I decide to continue onto Westminster, dropping Jenna at Bedford Square and instructing her not to leave the college until she hears from me again – under no circumstances. I try telephoning my other daughter who is still asleep at home – but the networks are down. I drive on as herds of people are exiting tube stations as the whole system shuts down. I see a bus driver receiving a call – stopping the bus – and emptying out the passengers.

The roads are pretty empty. Buses now are mostly empty and the pavements are thronging with people. Outside shops with TVs are small congregations of people trying to find out what is going on.

As this is the first time I had brought the car in – I am not sure of the procedure as I drive in the gates of the Palace of Westminster. First you stop at a barrier where two security guards check the car for bombs very thoroughly. Embarrassed by not knowing how to open my bonnet when required to do so. Turns out there’s a little handle on floor of car by right foot.

On to various other security bits and pieces and then down into a huge car park – which I didn’t even know existed.

Rush up to office to try to use landlines to contact younger daughter and put TV on to see what is happening. I get through to my new caseworker who is still working in my house as constituency office not ready yet – and ask him to go wake Cady and tell her there has been a major terrorist attack on London and that I will phone on the house line in 5 minutes – which I do. I forbid her to go on the bus – and say if she wants to go into school for the last day of term (which it is – so all fun and no work – thus the keenness!) she will have to walk or get a lift. She begs me to come home as is worried that Westminster is key target. I tell her not to worry.

TV now reporting it as terrorist attack on London although number and timing of different incidents not clear. Pager goes off to tell me that the Home Secretary will come to the chamber at 12.15pm to make a statement. Impossible to get on with any real work.

The emergency plans appear to have swept faultlessly into operation – with all emergency services and transport staff doing an incredible job which I have no doubt saved lives and kept what actually was an eerie calm in the City.

I go into the chamber about 15 minutes before the statement – and it is business questions to the Leader of the House. As we reach the appointed hour – it is clear that Charles Clarke is not yet ready and we get whispers to keep questions going. I think of one and start standing up to get called – just an obliging person willing to help. However after about another 15 minutes where many of the questions are clearly becoming pretty unfocused – Mr Speaker decides to suspend the House until 12.50pm – so we all leave.

When I come back into the chamber it fills suddenly and the Speaker takes his seat. Charles Clarke comes to the Despatch Box and makes a truly statesmanlike announcement sticking only to facts. He gives our sympathy to the relatives of those who have died and support to those injured along with friends and family. No politics at all.

David Davis and Ming Campbell make equally strong speeches praising the emergency services and condemning speculation. The House pulls together in the way it does best in times of crisis.

I had had to cancel a radio interview that morning – but the Beeb reschedules for 2.30pm and I walk over to Millbank to the BBC studios. It is strange outside on the streets. The sun is shining and there are, albeit in hugely reduced numbers, tourists still around the Palace – but the roads are virtually empty.

I am being interviewed by Mark Darcy for the Friday “Today in Parliament” program about my on-line campaigning. I really enjoy the interview as it is so removed from everything else going on around me. Except that in another studio, Brian Paddick from the Met Police is fronting media interviews on the attack.

Back to Parliament and start to think about getting home. I ring eldest daughter to say will pick up at 4pm and to be outside her building. I give a colleague a lift too and as I leave the Westminster Village the roads are still strangely empty – and there is not a bus to be seen. But the pavements are absolutely thronging with people setting off early for the long march home. It’s a different world out there today.

Hansard Society event on ecampaigning

In the evening I go to a Hansard Society event on on-line campaigning. There are four speakers (including me). I am there as the ‘practitioner’ – as I actually do the business (like this blog).

The others are commentators or academics who pontificate on the subject. They were all excellent and the two statisticians/academics gave us the numbers on who was using the net in elections and why. Stephen Coleman was pretty clear that he didn’t care about politicians (hurt – I was) but that his passion was for a democratic voice from the people. Stephen Ward also did some number work on how and why people use the internet during elections. It seemed to fall into different uses – some for information – some for details on issues. Young people (not surprisingly) used it the most.

It was kind of what you would expect in terms of the whys and wherefores. There was a keenness from the panel for ‘interactivity’ – but I’m not convinced that’s what people want when push comes to shove. It may very be what people say they want – but experience has demonstrated to me that mostly information giving is appreciated better.

The other panellist was a media journalist – Bill Thompson – who took a broader look at where and how this e-democracy fits in with other media. Bill is clearly a free spirit and was clearly against the suggestion from one of the audience that bloggers who are actually political parties at work – but who don’t own up to this on their sites – should follow some code of conduct.

Bill was dead against this. Obviously – because then it would limit what got said – and under the guise of anonymity people would have the freedom to be bold and brave in their pronouncements. I take the opposite view – I think they are cowardy custards (custors?)! We’re not talking about issues like someone talking bravely about a medical condition, raising public awareness and understanding but wanting anonymity. For these sorts of sites we’re just talking about political banter that’s often barely more than insults and abuse. So – if you want to say something nasty or critical of me – fine – but have the balls to say it with your name attached! (I changed the word ‘balls’ to ‘guts’ when I spoke. Overawed by traditions of Parliament already!).

As the event is going on – simultaneously – I was one of the nominees for the media awards for the New Statesman being announced at a do somewhere else in London. As I say to the assembled – I am pretty sure I can’t have won as I am not there – and you have to believe that they would have wanted me there if I had.

So – I leave the Hansard ‘Spinning On-Line’ evening – and rush over to the CRE (Commission for Racial Equality) reception which I was meant to speak at – but told them I couldn’t get there in time. Happily I do get there in time for a glass of wine (or two) and a lively discussion with Hugh Muir of the Guardian about ID cards. Diane Abbot joins the discussion and as we are both on the side of the angels in this debate – and we need another wedge of Labour rebels to defeat the Bill when it returns. I ask her why Sadik Khan (who kicks up about a number of race/religious issues) voted for the Government proposals. Diane said she hasn’t discussed it with him. Well – given how few Labour votes need to change sides – a bit of active lobbying might be a good idea.

Then rush back to chamber for a vote. In fact no vote is taken – the ayes have it. But there is a division on the ‘programme’ motion for the Immigration, Asylum and Nationality Bill. More jargon! A programme motion is just the length of the time or number of sessions it will get in committee stage. We vote against – because there should be more debate on the issue.

Asylum and immigration

First meeting of the day with a woman from St Mary’s Estate (also known as the Lightfoot Estate) in Hornsey. The list of things Haringey Council are not doing that they should be doing is as long as my arm. So much of it is just stuff that should be done – for which we are paying. I will pursue all items with Haringey Council!

Up to the Commons for the asylum, immigration and nationality debate. The Government is rightly trying to make our laws on immigration and asylum better, however – in their usual fashion – are making a pig’s ear of it. I intervene on the employers part of the bill – where I think that the new fines, inspection regime and penalties will frighten employers into discriminating against employing ‘foreigners’ in case they are breaking the new law. And the guidance, information and indeed, documentation, is so unclear – a risk-averse employer will simply play safe. So even though the government’s intentions are good in wanting to stop the exploitation that we have seen of foreign (illegal) workers – they need to do a lot more work to make sure there are not unintended consequences.

Alexandra Park School gets a new science block

American Independence day! No relevance to my day. My first visit of the day is to St Ann’s Hospital, where the George Marsh Centre is a facility supporting sickle cell and thalassaemia sufferers.

As sickle cell affects mainly members of the Afro-Caribbean community it is a big issue here in Hornsey and Wood Green. I am there to open the ‘awareness day’ – an afternoon of talks and discussion about the condition and how to support the community and spread awareness. Some of the support staff were chatting to me before the opening and saying – ‘well Lynne – what are you going do to raise awareness?’

I thought my best use – apart from opening things and turning up to things – was to put down parliamentary questions pushing the government into more action and support, perhaps be able to have a Westminster Hall debate on the issue and so on. And I will.

Then Alexandra Park School science block opening – a grand occasion. Mike Tomlinson (he of the report that the government is ignoring) is opening the block itself – and I am opening each of the classrooms. So Mike gets to pull the red curtain back on the plaque. I get to pull bits of red paper off the sign on each classroom.

At each class one of the children reads out the reason that a particular name has been chosen. For example – Albert Einstein – and then I pull off the paper to reveal the name.

We go into each classroom where the kids and their teacher are doing scientific things with Bunsen burners. Looks absolutely fantastic fun – and such talent being nurtured. Almost revised my opinion of government policy on specialist schools…!

They we trooped over to a classroom for ‘maths in the 21sst Century’. I loved the way they taught maths. If I had had such an enthusiastic and innovative and alive maths teacher as Iraj – I might have learned more myself. So – the key to the amazing atmosphere in the maths department I think had a lot less to do with the razzamatazz of the white boards and the IT and far more to do with having a brilliant teacher – who sadly was about to leave.

Then run to Commons arriving literally as the division bell rang to vote. Phew!

Visiting the Dominion Centre church

I spent the morning in church – a black Christian Church celebrating its first anniversary of coming to Wood Green. Housed in the old Gaumont Cinema – now called the Dominion Centre – it hosts a thriving and growing community, a bookshop and many community activities.

As I walked in to a giant congregation (with that wonderful salutary experience of being the only white person amongst around three or four hundred black people) Reverend Sam was preaching. And in the best style of preachers a la Jesse Jackson – he was absolutely compelling, riveting.

Then there was the singing, the wrap, the performances by the children. The warmth of the community wrapped itself around me. And when I addressed the congregation – they were incredibly supportive and warm. This church is doing good work. The level of caring about each other – and particularly the youngsters in their community – is what will make their future avoid the desperate culture of knives and guns which blight and sometimes end entire lives.

And I did a bit of dancing too – impossible to keep still with the music. I really enjoyed the whole service – and was incredibly impressed with the whole morning.