Letter to Tony Blair, ex-Prime Minister


Dear Mr Blair,

We were exact contempories at Oxford back in the early Seventies – while you were strumming away with ‘Ugly Rumours’ at St. John’s I was playing golf every day,  not attending lectures and doing typical ‘studenty’ things at Christ Church. You will probably remember kind Barry Wild at St. John’s who was in the golf side with me, but one or two years older than us.

You probably receive a lot of ‘hate mail’ but this letter is intended to be more ‘admonition mail’ – please take it as such.

Where to start ? I suppose the whole country was awash with optimism and hope when you and Cherie first entered No. 10 Downing Street. We were all fed up with the likes of Jeffrey Archer, Tim Yeo, David Mellor, Jonathan Guinness et al. However, it wasn’t long before our dreams started to unravel.

Of course, you were saddled with one unpleasant Scottish bully at the Exchequer, but it was your choice to install a second as your Press Secretary.  Bullies seldom prosper …

My church of choice is Southwark Cathedral.  I understand (and it must have been in the run-up to Labour’s second term in power) that the excellent Dean, Colin Slee, invited you and others from rival parties to a political debate in the Cathedral. Apparently, you were the only one who refused (and still usually do one gathers) to answer questions from the audience.  Somewhat ‘chicken’ dare one say ?

But more serious issues cloud your reputation. Like many others I was hoodwinked by Colin Powell’s speech to the U.N. concerning those ‘Weapons of Mass Destruction’ which proved to be utter bunkum. Your and Alistair Campbell’s contributions to that debate continue to appall.

The American Colony, Jerusalem, where my parents and Tony Blair stayed at one time or another.

     The American Colony flat where my parents stayed when in Jerusalem

If only you had the moral courage to ‘fess up’ and admit your errors, your personal standing might improve. Your subsequent career is, to be honest, of little interest to me but a couple of things come to mind.  First, your appointment as ‘Peace Envoy’ to the Middle East at a staggering salary of $1.5 million per annum with initially a grace and favour flat at the American Colony in Jerusalem, the very same flat that was occupied by my parents, David and Eve Summers, during the British Mandate WW2 years in then Palestine. Your only recent pronouncement was, I understand, to advocate the bombing of Syria … as ‘Peace Envoy’ ?

Secondly, I was recently in Azerbaijan. The security personnel at Baku Airport had the effrontery to steal packets of cigarettes from my case intended for my daughters – but that is a minor gripe in comparison to the astonishing waste of public money being perpetrated by Ilham Aliyev. I was aghast to discover that you are his (or is it his country in general’s ?) public relations guru.

Jesus, that’s truly playing ‘Devil’s Advocate’ is it not ?  To be sticking up for a man who liquidates his opponents.  How can you.

I remember once hearing you say that a significant influence on your life had been a teacher at Fettes, one Eric Anderson. You probably know he later went on to become headmaster at Eton. There are moments in life when one’s heroes rather let one down – Bob Geldof springs to mind here – likewise your Eric Anderson with whom I once played a round of foursomes golf at Sunningdale for the OEs against the boys or some such. When I told your favourite teacher that I was just a humble wholesale organic baker (not banker !) he then chose to ignore me for the rest of the round.

How you treat others in life, particularly those you deem to be of lesser importance than yourself, will come back to haunt you.

So Mr Blair, vale, adieu etc.

But please recall how Jack Profumo, who made one major error in his political life, comported himself in later life. Good work will always trump earlier fibs and lies.

You have plenty of time  to make up for past transgressions – use it wisely and well,

Yours sincerely,

Jamie Summers

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4 thoughts on “Letter to Tony Blair, ex-Prime Minister”

  1. The political elite are careless, blind, effete weaklings. Time for the strong men to rule the garden or? I can’t be arsed. Farewell PM, farewell House; can’t be arsed. Jolly good to maintain the status quo -ha, ha ha. A complete and utter waste of time.

  2. I find your “shirty letters” & diary extracts interesting . I have witten some similar ones which my parents thoroughly disapprove , not least when I receive replies .

    I last saw you after Xmas 1994 first time since you left that rather curious school as Keeper of Golf & as a member of Sixth Form Select & “Pop” (The Eton Society” & to me an enigma wrapped inside a mystery) in March 1973 & a Geography specialist . We met before when you umpired a junior Field Game perhaps with Tony Little and also when I came to your House Library on a rare fagging errand (useful experience when starting work in the Head Office of a fringe bank ! ). You never stopped me for socking or for swearing in the street or on a games field . I am quite sure that leaving Eton early or Aedes Christi early for most people does no permanent damage to one’s career. You came on that occasion in tow with our friend Henrietta , who has quite a volatile personality (less so after passing age of 50).

    Being a Director of Fundraising or of Development carries & achieves a lot . I am sure that Bill Hearn & Rachel Henshilwood at that place have a lot of recognition in their role . I know you have had experience of it at some level .

    Minicabbing can be perfectly honest , but the unlicensed types discredit it . All have to be pre-booked . I have kept a few telephone numbers . Parking a car in central London is simply a pain . I hope it is reasonably luctatoive f you . I like the online apps , eg Kabbee , Hailo & Uber . The black-cab men should use them f fishing f passengers .

    I am sorry that you have not reached lucrative professional standard at golf as my old fagmaster John Horswell (PH ’72) has done at polo , but I am sure that you ENJOY the game all the same . I never progressed beyond the putting green at my T’Other ( the Wiccamical notion f prep-school ! ) like my father, although my mother’s father & uncles played golf seriously at Cheltenham & Oxford . In fact my great uncle George managed to graduate from Oxford & on to Fellowship of All Souls & play golf as well f the rest of his life even in Devon.

    You have obviously done some travelling around interesting places .

    Yours etc ,


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