Now they have salaries comparable to executives in the most successful private enterprise companies (guess who’s in charge of the comparability studies), inflation-proof pensions, chauffeur-driven cars – and they
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So how can civil servants possibly understand the way the rest of us live, if they are immune to the basic threats to economic well-being faced by the rest of us: inflation and unemployment?
And how did the civil servants get away with creating these remarkably favourable terms of service for themselves? Simply by keeping a low profile. They have somehow managed to make people feel that discussing the matter at all is in rather poor taste.
But that cuts no ice with me. I believe in action now!
I asked Humphrey how he accounted for twenty per cent of honours going to the Civil Service.
‘A fitting tribute to their devotion to duty,’ he said.
It’s a pretty nice duty to be devoted to, I thought.
Humphrey continued: ‘Her Majesty’s civil servants spend their lives working for a modest wage and at the end they retire into obscurity. Honours are a small recompense for a lifetime of loyal, self-effacing discretion and devoted service to Her Majesty and to the nation.’
A pretty speech. But quite ridiculous. ‘A modest wage?’ I queried.
‘Alas, yes.’
I explained to Humphrey, since he appeared to have forgotten, that he earned well over thirty thousand a year. Seven and a half thousand more than me.
He agreed, but insisted that it was still a relatively modest wage.
‘Relative to whom?’ I asked.
He was stuck for a moment. ‘Well . . . Elizabeth Taylor for instance,’ he suggested.
I felt obliged to explain to Sir Humphrey that he was in no way relative to Elizabeth Taylor. There are important differences.
‘Indeed,’ he agreed. ‘She did not get a First in Greats.’4
Then, undaunted and ever persistent, he again asked me if I had approved the list. I made my move.
‘No Humphrey,’ I replied pleasantly, ‘I am not approving any honour for anyone in this Department who hasn’t earned it.’
Humphrey’s face was a wonderful study in blankness.
‘What do you mean, earned it?’
I explained that I meant earned it. In other words, having done something to deserve it.
The penny dropped. He exploded. ‘But that’s
I smiled serenely. ‘Maybe so. But my new policy is to stop all honours for all civil servants who fail to cut their department’s budgets by five per cent a year.’
Humphrey was speechless.
So after a few moments I said: ‘May I take it that your silence indicates approval?’
He found his voice fast. ‘You may
I glanced at Bernard, who studied his right shoe-lace intently. ‘It came to me,’ I said.
Humphrey was spluttering incoherently. ‘It’s ridiculous. It’s out of the question. It’s unthinkable.’ Now that Humphrey had found his voice there was no stopping him. ‘The whole idea . . . strikes at the whole root of . . . this is the beginning of the end . . . the thin end of the wedge . . . Bennite solution. [
I told him not to be silly. This infuriated him even more.
‘There is
‘But it hasn’t,’ I said.
‘We have to give the present system a fair trial,’ he stated. This seemed quite reasonable on the face of it. But I reminded him that the Most Noble Order of the Garter was founded in 1348 by King Edward III. ‘Surely it must be getting towards the end of its trial period?’ I said.
So Humphrey tried a new tack. He said that to block honours pending economies might create a dangerous precedent.