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My blue movie scare when I was married to a Home Secretary
Sandra Howard30 Mar 2009
When I read about Jacqui Smith's husband having to apologise for embarrassing his "livid" wife by watching a pornographic film at home, and then charging expenses for it, I shuddered with déjà vu.
I've written three novels about a fictional female politician. In my first she was a newly appointed minister who got her private life in a terrible tangle after her husband gave her a particularly tricky time through his dealings with a property speculator.
It led to her having to defend herself on the floor of the House. That book was published just before Tessa Jowell separated from her husband, whose work-life had caused similarly acute political problems.
My fictional minister has become Home Secretary in my latest book. She was appointed to that high office (in the writing of the story) about a week before Jacqui Smith was in real life. I felt a bit peeved at the time. I'd wanted my character to be the first female Home Secretary, not pipped at the post before appearing in print. In the new book she has remarried, to the editor of a national newspaper and thus a potential security risk.
What I do know is that trust and betrayal are fatally combustible in work as well as in the bedroom. When the two collide it is almost always with devastating consequences.
The tension of high ambition being unfairly floored by low behaviour is what defines this real-life scandal and, as a wife of a former Home Secretary, I can only imagine the total discomfort of their situation.
More difficult grey areas come when jobs are interlinked - husbands working for wives. Things getting overlooked in a busy minister's life, papers signed in a rush, male frustrations Just what does a powerful woman MP do when humiliated by her husband in the way that the Home Secretary has been?
Seeing his private indulgence portrayed in such a devastatingly public way obviously undermines the very essence of a bond of trust. It would be enough that she overlook his porn habit but to skewer her career by allowing it to become publicly funded is harder to forgive. In political marriages you expect, in this digital age, unwelcome intrusion but what your husband does when you are not there you never hope to see become political fodder.
I once found myself in a potentially compromising-for-political-spouse situation. I was being put up in a Manchester hotel, speaking at a dinner. Turning on the television while changing it came as a considerable surprise to catch the end of a (very) blue movie. It must have been the tail end of the film a previous occupant had been watching. The jackpot question, thinking about it in retrospect, is whether it had shown up on the bill that was settled by my hosts. I'll never know. It could certainly have given rise to a lot of explaining - especially had my husband still been Home Secretary.
It may be true that all politicians spend their lives walking on eggshells - but I can't help thinking that for women the eggshells are even easier to break. You not only have to stay out of trouble yourself, you have your partner to think about too.
I can understand why some women are driven by ambition and are willing to put up with it all. I admire them, I just thank my lucky stars I'm not one of them.
I'm often asked if I've ever thought of becoming an MP. The mind boggles: I can hardly make a decision about whether to walk or pump up my bike tyres, let alone come out with sane views on quantitative easing. However, more articulate women than me can hold great offices of state - but they must be a tough breed because, huff and puff about it as you might, the playing field isn't level: a male MP can brush off embarrassments like his wife's "calendar" past a lot more easily than the other way round.
I can remember sitting next to Peter Bottomley in the Lords Gallery one State Opening of Parliament when we were both married to ministers. He turned to me with a wry smile, palming his named seating card. It read: "Mr Virginia Bottomley". As a senior MP in his own right, I could understand him feeling wry, but my card read: "Mrs Michael Howard". There was a certain symmetry It's an archaic naming practice either way, nowadays, but it is symbolic of the peculiar difficulties of being the spouse or partner of a high-profile woman.
Sandra Howard's latest novel, A Matter of Loyalty, published by Simon & Schuster, is out now. £12.99.
Reader views (5)
I supect that the nine-month enquiry we are told is under way is nothing more than a delaying tactic, in the hope that the British public will forget about Government Ministers' deceipt and dishonesty. If it hasn't been forgotten, and I hope it won't, they will be ready with the whitewash buckets and lots of euphamisms such as, mistake, misjudgement, oversight, error etc etc. This is plain FRAUD its as simple and dishonest as that. Pretending that occasional lodging at your sister's house is one's main residence is stretching and distorting rules in a way which was never intended, and which amounts to dishonesty; any reasonable person knows that. Why are Smith and McNulty not being investigated by the Police. These two dishonest characters never lose an opportunity to lecture us on morals and honesty. There is ample evidence to show that they are themselves dishonest.
- Neil45, Gloucestershire, England., 31/03/2009 14:40
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Though this is embarrassing for the Home Secretary, the idea that her husband has to make a play of repaying the £10 for those movies is all just silly in the scheme of things. If this is the standard of political debate we have while the Depression looms, we're in real trouble. Then again, last month we had a cross-party argument over the lifespan of the artist Titian.
- Clive Morris, London, 30/03/2009 15:31
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How does Mrs Howard know it was very blue if she only saw the end? Sound like it might have been quite a pleasnat surprise. Especially if the previous encumbent of the room had paid for it!!
- Andrew, London, 30/03/2009 15:20
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I've no sympathy for Ms Smith whatsoever. What on earth do these rip-off merchants in Parliament have to do to get sacked...??? MPs, Ministers and Lords must be finger-wagging their noses in private contempt at the British electorate...! With or without fire, the slightest whiff of smoke should spell the order of the boot.
And forget all these mumblings about hastily scheduled "inquiries" - which are nothing but delaying tactics...!!!
- Joanna Jay, Walton on Thames, 30/03/2009 13:08
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The is nothing new under the Sun............
Fiction today, fact tomorrow.
I feel sorry for Ms J Spliff - "she's fired!" she just doesn't know it.
- Chris Williams, Cardiff, 30/03/2009 11:15
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