【Interlude】S01E02.5 ……
《书迷必看：梦云悦读》『先婚后爱必看：流山阁』January 30th, 1980, Wednesday | London, Piico | Windy
This I knocked on the Minister''''s partnt door at the agreed ti. He had ged into a brown tweed jacket, which de hilook re approachable. He was drinking his tea and reading the wall background terials I had provided.
I wished hia good laid out the itinerary and the two speeches on the sll table, and took out notebook, ready to duct the final pre-senar analysis for hi
"Relax, Cyril," the Minister said, putting dows. "You look re nervous than I do. Worried I''''ll ke a ss of it? H?"
I explaihat I was rely ensuring all tingency plans were in place.
"tingency plans?" He raised an eyebrow and joked, asking if I had prepared a dia relations strategy or had already drafted his resignatioer.
We had, of course, prepared a public relations strategy. It was necessary, regardless of the expected oute.
At the senar, the Minister''''s perfornce... exceeded expectations. He didn''''t hide behind bureaucratic platitudes but walked ang the fishering thehave their say. He elled their general anger into specific, solvable proble. When he said, "I ''''t, John," that sincere adssion, followed by the prose to "call the bank in a personal capacity," though its effect was uain, geouched a chord.
However, this powerful prose also carried the risk of blurring boundaries. A et nister calling a bank in a personal capacity is, in itself, a forof iense pressure. It could be seen as a kind of "overreach," a violation of... certain Whitehall ventions.
Before lunch, as per procedure, I de a brief oral report by telephoo our offi London. It is a PPS''''s duty.
I reported the ''s events to Sir, noting that the Minister''''s unication with the fishern had been very successful, turning the atsphere frofrontational to structive. The Minister had prosed to initiate inter-departntal coordination on enfort, pollution, and subsidies, and had also pledged to personally appeal to the bank on behalf of a fishern fag bankruptcy.
Sir did directly on the Minister''''s proses, only rending : "Cyril, rein vigilant. The ''s success ght turernoon''''s seafood festival into an even bigger p. The fishern''''s expectations of the Minister are irely different."
Then ca lunch with the Minister. He spoke half to hielf, half to , refleg on his avoidance of the Brussels issue in the I affird his perfornd offered so analysis, hoping to ke hifeel better. But it didn''''t seevery effective. The Minister appeared to have de so private decision that de uneasy. I carefully rended hithat the fishern ght have higher expectations for the afternoo.
The afternoon... the afternoon, disaster struck.
The nt the seaweed was thrown at the Minister, I could hear ow pounding in chest. The chaos, the caras, the flashing lights, the cacophony of cheers and boos—it all happeoo fast.
I rushed up to shield the Minister frothe dia''''s lenses, but it was of little use. They had already gotten re than enough photos. I escorted the Minister backstage, helped hi up, and tried to calhis nerves. Director Laert''''s "thanks" then shattered all appearahe sudden "ergenquiry" frothe Departnt of the Enviro, the "tal" early clusion of the festival.
I iediately tacted the Private Offid reported the situation to Sir.
Sir was silent for a nt before replying, "Cyril, ehe Minister''''s safety. Make . Return at once. I will hahe dia."
The journey back was ch lohan the jourhere. At Plyuth station, I got off to buy the evening paper and nearly ssed the train. If I had run any slower, the Minister ght have had to return to London alone. A lesson learned: always keep re loose ge on person.
When the Minister asked if I had reported the breakwater issue to Sir, I felt a pressure I had never felt before. I could only aruthfully. The Minister''''s subsequent silence was heavier than a
This I knocked on the Minister''''s partnt door at the agreed ti. He had ged into a brown tweed jacket, which de hilook re approachable. He was drinking his tea and reading the wall background terials I had provided.
I wished hia good laid out the itinerary and the two speeches on the sll table, and took out notebook, ready to duct the final pre-senar analysis for hi
"Relax, Cyril," the Minister said, putting dows. "You look re nervous than I do. Worried I''''ll ke a ss of it? H?"
I explaihat I was rely ensuring all tingency plans were in place.
"tingency plans?" He raised an eyebrow and joked, asking if I had prepared a dia relations strategy or had already drafted his resignatioer.
We had, of course, prepared a public relations strategy. It was necessary, regardless of the expected oute.
At the senar, the Minister''''s perfornce... exceeded expectations. He didn''''t hide behind bureaucratic platitudes but walked ang the fishering thehave their say. He elled their general anger into specific, solvable proble. When he said, "I ''''t, John," that sincere adssion, followed by the prose to "call the bank in a personal capacity," though its effect was uain, geouched a chord.
However, this powerful prose also carried the risk of blurring boundaries. A et nister calling a bank in a personal capacity is, in itself, a forof iense pressure. It could be seen as a kind of "overreach," a violation of... certain Whitehall ventions.
Before lunch, as per procedure, I de a brief oral report by telephoo our offi London. It is a PPS''''s duty.
I reported the ''s events to Sir, noting that the Minister''''s unication with the fishern had been very successful, turning the atsphere frofrontational to structive. The Minister had prosed to initiate inter-departntal coordination on enfort, pollution, and subsidies, and had also pledged to personally appeal to the bank on behalf of a fishern fag bankruptcy.
Sir did directly on the Minister''''s proses, only rending : "Cyril, rein vigilant. The ''s success ght turernoon''''s seafood festival into an even bigger p. The fishern''''s expectations of the Minister are irely different."
Then ca lunch with the Minister. He spoke half to hielf, half to , refleg on his avoidance of the Brussels issue in the I affird his perfornd offered so analysis, hoping to ke hifeel better. But it didn''''t seevery effective. The Minister appeared to have de so private decision that de uneasy. I carefully rended hithat the fishern ght have higher expectations for the afternoo.
The afternoon... the afternoon, disaster struck.
The nt the seaweed was thrown at the Minister, I could hear ow pounding in chest. The chaos, the caras, the flashing lights, the cacophony of cheers and boos—it all happeoo fast.
I rushed up to shield the Minister frothe dia''''s lenses, but it was of little use. They had already gotten re than enough photos. I escorted the Minister backstage, helped hi up, and tried to calhis nerves. Director Laert''''s "thanks" then shattered all appearahe sudden "ergenquiry" frothe Departnt of the Enviro, the "tal" early clusion of the festival.
I iediately tacted the Private Offid reported the situation to Sir.
Sir was silent for a nt before replying, "Cyril, ehe Minister''''s safety. Make . Return at once. I will hahe dia."
The journey back was ch lohan the jourhere. At Plyuth station, I got off to buy the evening paper and nearly ssed the train. If I had run any slower, the Minister ght have had to return to London alone. A lesson learned: always keep re loose ge on person.
When the Minister asked if I had reported the breakwater issue to Sir, I felt a pressure I had never felt before. I could only aruthfully. The Minister''''s subsequent silence was heavier than a