I congratulated him on his soundness in this matter, which didn’t seem to cheer him up a great deal. I begin to think that Appleby is losing his grip – on Hacker at least.
Perhaps Appleby is not an absolutely first-rank candidate to succeed one as Cabinet Secretary. Not really able in every department. Might do better in a less arduous job, such as chairman of a clearing bank or as an EEC official.
A.R.
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Went over to see Arnold at the Cabinet Office. We got on very well, as usual. He was very concerned about Hacker’s idea of linking honours to economies, and almost as concerned about the future of Baillie College. I was on a sticky wicket, but on the whole I think I was able to reassure him that I’m handling these difficult problems as well as anybody could reasonably expect. [
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Today was the Benefactor’s Dinner at Baillie College, Oxford, which was, I think, an unqualified success.
For a start, on the way up to Oxford I learned a whole pile of useful gossip from young Bernard.
Apparently Sir Humphrey was summoned by the Cabinet Secretary yesterday and, according to Bernard, got the most frightful wigging. The Cabinet Secretary really tore him off a strip, because of Bernard’s brilliant scheme linking economies to honours.
Interestingly, Bernard continues to refer to it as
I asked Bernard how the Cabinet Secretary actually goes about giving a wigging to someone as high up as Humphrey.
‘Normally,’ Bernard informed me, ‘it’s pretty civilised. But this time, apparently, it was no holds barred. Sir Arnold told Sir Humphrey that he wasn’t actually reprimanding him!’
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‘He actually suggested,’ Bernard continued, ‘that some people might not think Sir Humphrey was sound.’
Roy’s ears were out on stalks.
‘I see,’ I said, with some satisfaction. ‘A real punch-up.’
Sir Arnold was so bothered by this whole thing that I wondered if he had a personal stake in it. But I couldn’t see why. I presumed he must have his full quota of honours.
I asked Bernard if Arnold already had his G. Bernard nodded. [
However, Bernard revealed that although Sir Arnold has indeed got his G, there are numerous honours to which he could still aspire: a peerage, for instance, an OM [
I asked him about the Knight of the Thistle. ‘Who do they award the Thistle to, Scotsmen and donkeys?’ I enquired wittily.
‘There is a distinction,’ said Bernard, ever the diplomat.
‘You can’t have met the Scottish nationalists,’ I replied, quick as a flash. I wasn’t bothered by Roy’s flapping lugs. ‘How do they award the Thistle?’ I asked.
‘A committee sits on it,’ said Bernard.
I asked Bernard to brief me about this High Table dinner. ‘Does Humphrey
Bernard smiled and said he’d heard Baillie College gives a very good dinner.