Nostalgic evening last night watching the Boris and Dave documentary on More 4. There were some great touches, with a young Dave playing the classic Sade LP and sporting the 80’s Oxford trendy uniform of black polo neck and Levi 501s. It captured the delightful cheesiness of the decade and the slight other-worldliness of the dreaming spires at that time. However, I’m fairly sure we had colour television back then so why the documentary researchers couldn’t find some better archive footage than the 50’s black and white stuff they used, I’m not quite sure.
It turns out that the young Dave Cameron lived in the house next door to me on the Cowley Road, at roughly the same time I was there. I lived at number 67 Cowley Road with three house-mates and a relatively anonymous Dave lived at number 69. I didn’t notice him then. I’m sure he wouldn’t have noticed me but everybody knew about Boris.
Boris was a Neanderthal clown even then. He presided over the Oxford Union with a ridiculous act of pompous colonial buffoonery. He made Brideshead Revisited look like an episode of Eastenders. The Tories at Oxford were generally a pretty loathsome bunch. Wearing their “Hang Nelson Mandela” badges and singing songs delighting in the adhesive nature of napalm when applied to “Arab skins”.
I didn’t know any of the Bullingdon club members but their reputation for trashing expensive restaurants was well known. I have to confess that I did spend a very drunken evening with one member of the current shadow cabinet unleashing “Captain Egg’s Campaign against the Poll Tax”. This involved careering around Oxford on a “borrowed” bicycle breaking eggs into cash point machines. Sorry Messrs Lloyds, Barclays, Nat West etc. We were revolting teenagers being pretty revolting.
But that crowd of old Etonian, tail-coat-wearing Sloanes were a tiny pimple on the acne covered face of normal student life. The rest of us were running campaigns to get our colleges and banks to dis-invest from apartheid South Africa. My College JCR President, the other Oxford “Dave”, Miliband, invited Ken Livingstone up to talk about equalities, anti-racism and newts. Andrew, now Government Minister Lord Adonis, was losing an SDP Alliance Council by-election campaign defending the great institution of the Oxford Kebab van.
Some of us got the modern world and others went on to shape it. I did a few years of inner city politics as a local councillor with the Liberal Democrats in Southwark and Bermondsey, whilst Dave went to Tory Central Office and Boris went global. Dave and Boris’s Oxford Bullingdon chums were hanging on to an outdated class system and discredited free-market economics that were crippling our society. It has taken a long time to fix the chaos that Thatcher created in the eighties. I’m really not happy about the prospect of Boris and Dave shaping the next phase of British politics. They could leave the county in as big a mess as the restaurants they trashed back then.