Strange feeling reading the papers since the election result, as though the whole of my working life for the past few years has been written up on a giant etch-a-sketch and is now being slowly erased. I have, over the past few years, worked in different capacities on or alongside Every Child Matters, Building Schools for the Future and the QCA amongst other things for the DfES; on support for victims of sexual violence (Home Office ) and on equalities legislation ( GEO ) All of it now seems potentially to be threatened, gone or going. I am the Typhoid Mary of government communications.
I suppose this is the inevitable result of working with the civil service – as someone once explained it to me we’re the chauffeurs, Ministers chose the destination, we just get them there the best way we can. The destination on my stuff has evidently changed, so mirror, signal, manoeuvre and off we go again – even if lots of good stuff seems to be being jettisoned along the way. How much weirder it must be to have been one of the Ministers and now watch the whole thing being dismantled as you are plunged into irrelevance and obscurity.