The Downing street years [antikvár]

Introduction 'Ayes, 311. Noes, 310.' Even before the figures were announced by the tellers, we on the Opposition benches knew that Jim Callaghan's Labour Government had lost its motion of confidence and would have to call a general election. When the four tellers return to read the total of votes recorded in the lobbies, MPs can see which party has won from the positions they take up facing the Speaker. On this occasion the two Tories walked towards the Speaker's left hand in the space usually occupied by government whips. A great burst of cheering and laughter rose from the Tory benches, and our supporters in the spectators' galleries roared with out-of-order jubilation. Denis, who was watching the result from the Opposition box on the floor of the House, shouted 'hooray' and was, quite properly, reproved by one of the serjeants at arms. Through the din, however, the stentorian guards' officer tones of Spenser Le Marchant, the 6' 6" Tory MP for High Peak who was famous for his intake of champagne, could be heard booming out the result - the first such defeat for a British Government in more than fifty years. We had known the figures would be close, but we had not known how close as we filed in and out of the lobbies. I looked for the unexpected faces who might decide the outcome. Labour whips had been assiduously rounding up the handful of independent MPs whose votes might put them over the top. In the end everything turned on the decision of one elusive Irish MP, Frank Maguire, who did indeed arrive at the Palace of Westminster, lifting the hopes of Labour ministers. The wait before the announcement was filled with rumour and counter-rumour across the Chamber. It seemed endless. Our Chief Whip quietly gave me his own forecast. I said nothing and tried to look inscrutable, doubtless without success. Some on the Labour benches, hearing of Mr Maguire's appearance, began to grin in anticipation of victory. But Mr Maguire had arrived only to abstain. And on