One of the things that simply has to be endured when reading political memoirs is the colossal ego of the average politician. It tends to go with the ground, and Chris Mullen is no exception. Reading through these diaries, I am afraid that I tend to agree with Roy Hattersley's view that 'page after page exudes the conviction that he is morally superior to those around him'.
It is clear that Mullin sees himself as a conviction politician. However, in this form of writing, where thoughts are recorded almost daily, the reader gets a genuine insight into the real person. I do not doubt that Mullin is passionate about those things close to his heart - international development, justice, the environment - but the reality that appears throughout these pages is that he is no different that any other politician. It is shocking how utterly dismissive he is of his role as a MP after losing his job in government, at one point describing himself as a 'glorified social worker.' Excuse me, Mr Mullin, but I thought you were paid £65,000 per annum to represent your constituents whether or not you have a government job!
When asked by a schoolgirl what is the most important decision he has ever made, he is honest enough to say that he was rather thrown but then reflects that it was probably his decision to vote against the Iraq war. Really? Bearing in mind that the government easily won the vote, Mullen's vote was ultimately completely inconsequential to anyone except, of course, Mullin himself. Never mind all the decisions that actually made a difference! As I say - colossal ego.
Now, I am aware that this review is coming across harsher than I intended. I have to say that I did not warm to Mullen as a character but I have no doubt that his heart is in the right place. He clearly wants to do the right thing and see the right thing done. But his unmoving conviction in the rightness of his own judgement too often seems to obscure a bigger and more important picture. He is effusive about the undeniable achievements of the Labour government yet too often seems sniping and self-righteous towards ministers. I am not at all sure the name he gives to Blair, 'The Man', is intended as a compliment.
And yet, often I found myself strongly agreeing with the opinions he shares. I almost shouted 'too true!' out loud as he berated the grumbling and cynicism of this age when people in the UK are healthier, wealthier and better educated than ever before. Do they really want to go back to the strikes, waiting lists and power cuts of the 1970s and 80s, when millions of young people left school without any qualifications and degrees were the preserve of a fortunate few? Well said, Mr Mullin.
Mullen's assessment of Nick Clegg, a massive bogey man for me, has proven to be spot on. 'Ludicrous, self-righteous, easily the biggest charlatan of the lot.' I cannot argue with that!.
But I think I struggle to like Mullen not least of all because he often comes across as a bit of an old dinosaur. Musing how he would like to retire to Vietnam - his wife is Vietnamese - he describes the house he would like to build with 'solar panels - my only concession to the twenty-first century'. It is not, in my view, a very healthy attribute in a MP to consider everything old as inherently better than anything modern. Surely, those given the task of running the country must have the vision to look forwards as well as back? It seems that Mullen's decision to retire from the House of Commons did not come a moment too soon.