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JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS | 0:00:02 | 0:00:04 | |
First of all, | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
one part amaretto. | 0:00:06 | 0:00:08 | |
One part blue Curacao. | 0:00:11 | 0:00:13 | |
Two parts cranberry juice. | 0:00:16 | 0:00:17 | |
Two parts pineapple juice. | 0:00:20 | 0:00:21 | |
One part Southern Comfort. | 0:00:24 | 0:00:26 | |
Shake, don't stir. | 0:00:28 | 0:00:30 | |
And this is the Bathwater Cocktail, created for and named after | 0:00:35 | 0:00:43 | |
the so-called "Bath and Bottle Party", | 0:00:43 | 0:00:47 | |
the most notorious cocktail party in British history. | 0:00:47 | 0:00:51 | |
It happened in a heat wave | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
at the height of the social season | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
on the evening of Friday 13th July 1928. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:07 | |
The hosts, "Babe" Plunket Greene, | 0:01:08 | 0:01:11 | |
Elizabeth Ponsonby, | 0:01:11 | 0:01:13 | |
Edward Gathorne-Hardy | 0:01:13 | 0:01:15 | |
and Brian Howard. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:16 | |
The venue, St George's Swimming Baths, Buckingham Palace Road, Belgravia. | 0:01:19 | 0:01:25 | |
The Daily Express gossiped about the "edgy Negro jazz band" | 0:01:26 | 0:01:31 | |
and costumes of "the most dazzling kinds and colours". | 0:01:31 | 0:01:36 | |
Even the waiters wore bathing suits as they served the Bathwater Cocktail. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:43 | |
This was the party that would come to symbolise an era. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:48 | |
And if you've ever been to a nightclub, drunk a cocktail or taken drugs, | 0:01:48 | 0:01:52 | |
then you too have been shaken and stirred | 0:01:52 | 0:01:56 | |
by the frenzied spirit of these extraordinary years. | 0:01:56 | 0:02:00 | |
In the 1920s, imperial Britannia is sliding from view | 0:02:05 | 0:02:10 | |
and modern Britain is stumbling out, | 0:02:10 | 0:02:13 | |
almost like an adolescent, asking endless questions, | 0:02:13 | 0:02:17 | |
a bit contemptuous of the past, trying everything new. | 0:02:17 | 0:02:21 | |
The young called themselves the post-war generation. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:26 | |
They had no idea that another war was on the way. | 0:02:26 | 0:02:29 | |
And in this age of questions, | 0:02:29 | 0:02:31 | |
if there's one that underpins all the rest, it's simply this - | 0:02:31 | 0:02:35 | |
"How best shall we live?" | 0:02:35 | 0:02:39 | |
CHEERING | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
When news of the end of the Great War reached the streets of Britain, | 0:03:15 | 0:03:19 | |
a massive, heaving party broke out. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:24 | |
There were wild scenes for three days and nights, | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
with drunkenness and even copulation on the streets. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:35 | |
And at the centre of it all was David Lloyd George, | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
"the man who won the war". | 0:03:40 | 0:03:42 | |
He'd had his share of scandals, but now he was riding high, | 0:03:46 | 0:03:50 | |
as he called the first general election since 1910. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:54 | |
Pledging a land fit for heroes, | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
a new Britain of peace and prosperity, | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
Lloyd George won by a landslide - | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
a crushing personal victory for a man who was dodgy in private, but in public, | 0:04:05 | 0:04:11 | |
brimmed with plausible promises and sound bites. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:16 | |
Now, we're not yet quite in modern Britain, | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
but almost everywhere you look, you can find little flashes, | 0:04:23 | 0:04:28 | |
glimpses of the more cynical and pleasure-loving country | 0:04:28 | 0:04:33 | |
that we live in today. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
SWING MUSIC PLAYS | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
A great new age of experiment had arrived | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
in politics, | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
writing, art, | 0:04:44 | 0:04:45 | |
sex and drugs. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:48 | |
Nightclubs catered for a new urban scene, | 0:04:52 | 0:04:56 | |
open to anybody with enough cash and a clean shirt front. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:00 | |
When the "bright young things" had tired of their latest party, | 0:05:00 | 0:05:05 | |
they could go along to a club | 0:05:05 | 0:05:07 | |
and "shimmy", | 0:05:07 | 0:05:08 | |
"heebie-jeebie", | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
do the Camel Walk or the Black Bottom into the early hours. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:17 | |
And the Queen of the Night was a remarkable woman | 0:05:17 | 0:05:21 | |
known in clubland as Ma Meyrick. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:25 | |
A respectable woman, divorced by her husband, | 0:05:28 | 0:05:31 | |
Kate Meyrick said she went into business | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
to pay for her daughters' education at Roedean. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:37 | |
Meyrick opened her first nightclub in Leicester Square in 1919. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:50 | |
Soon celebrities were rubbing shoulders | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
with new money and old royalty, refugee Russians and gangsters on the make. | 0:05:54 | 0:06:00 | |
The local gangsters targeted Meyrick herself - | 0:06:02 | 0:06:06 | |
one even beat her up for refusing him entry. | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
And yet her little empire of the night continued to expand - | 0:06:09 | 0:06:14 | |
the Manhattan, The Little Club, the Silver Slipper and many more. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:20 | |
In 1921, she opened the most notorious nightclub in Soho - | 0:06:27 | 0:06:33 | |
The 43. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:35 | |
If Kate Meyrick was the face of the fun-loving '20s, | 0:06:40 | 0:06:43 | |
then the round, pink face of disapproval | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
belonged to a man known, without affection, as Jix... | 0:06:46 | 0:06:50 | |
..Sir William Joynson-Hicks, who became Home Secretary in 1924. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
When asked what his job was, Jix replied, | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
"It is I who am ruler of England." | 0:07:08 | 0:07:12 | |
And now he developed an obsession with nightclubs. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:18 | |
As Home Secretary, Jix had 65 nightclubs raided and prosecuted | 0:07:22 | 0:07:28 | |
for breaking their alcohol licence, | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
and he boasted in the Commons of having 48 clubs closed down. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:35 | |
But Ma Meyrick's 43 Club seemed strangely, | 0:07:35 | 0:07:41 | |
and reliably and infuriatingly, immune. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
At long last, the reason became clear. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
A senior member of the Soho Vice Squad was taking bribes to protect her. | 0:07:54 | 0:08:00 | |
Finally, Jix got his hands on Mrs Meyrick. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:07 | |
Meyrick was sentenced to 15 months' hard labour - | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
a physically and mentally shattering ordeal. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:18 | |
But on her release, she went straight back to work. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
She was sent to Holloway Prison five times. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
But she stares boldly out of photographs with pride. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:32 | |
And two of her impeccably educated daughters married into the peerage. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:40 | |
But this kind of social mountaineering was only for a few. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:49 | |
The vast majority of people lived and died as struggling underdogs. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:53 | |
In the final days of November 1923, in Pollokshaws, just outside Glasgow, | 0:09:04 | 0:09:11 | |
a former schoolmaster gave his only overcoat | 0:09:11 | 0:09:14 | |
to a destitute immigrant from Barbados called Neil Johnson. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:18 | |
Soon afterwards, the Good Samaritan collapsed from pneumonia. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:24 | |
His name was John Maclean - | 0:09:25 | 0:09:28 | |
a hero in Soviet Russia, forgotten here. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:31 | |
Lloyd George once called him "the most dangerous man in Britain". | 0:09:31 | 0:09:35 | |
Maclean's dreams of a better world were inspired by Marxist thinking | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
and the Russian Revolution. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:49 | |
And in Glasgow, these dreams seemed about to be fulfilled. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
In early 1919, the Red Clydesiders demanded a 40-hour working week | 0:09:55 | 0:10:01 | |
and threatened to call a general strike. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:04 | |
Maclean tried to persuade the union leaders | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
to postpone the strike for at least a month, | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
so the much more politically powerful English coal miners | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
could be rallied to the cause, | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
but they wouldn't listen. | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
On 27th January, 40,000 Glasgow workers came out on strike, | 0:10:20 | 0:10:25 | |
and by the next day that number had almost doubled. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
The strike leaders sent a deputation | 0:10:33 | 0:10:36 | |
to persuade the Government to settle the dispute. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
Two days later, the Red Clydesiders | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
gathered to hear the Government's response. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:47 | |
60,000 strikers poured into Glasgow's George Square. | 0:10:47 | 0:10:51 | |
Suddenly, a tramcar ground to a halt on the south side of the square. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:59 | |
Almost immediately, the police drew their batons, charged on the crowd. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:03 | |
The police then made a second charge up the east side of the square. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:12 | |
But there they were met by a wall of demonstrators | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
throwing lemonade bottles they'd pulled off a passing lorry. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
GLASS SMASHES | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
Inside the City Chambers, the meeting broke up. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
The Sheriff of Lanarkshire rushed out of the building | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
and tried to disperse the crowd by reading the Riot Act. | 0:11:40 | 0:11:44 | |
But before he could get to the end of it, the paper was pulled out of his hand. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:48 | |
Running battles went on for the rest of the day. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:55 | |
Strike leaders were arrested. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
A red flag was raised in the square. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:01 | |
Down in London, panicky ministers were meeting to discuss | 0:12:07 | 0:12:10 | |
what was already being called "Bloody Friday". | 0:12:10 | 0:12:13 | |
But they were reassured to be told that six tanks | 0:12:13 | 0:12:17 | |
and a hundred lorry loads of soldiers | 0:12:17 | 0:12:19 | |
were being sent north by rail that very night. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:23 | |
The next morning, Glasgow was occupied by English troops. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:36 | |
Scottish regiments were confined to barracks in case they mutinied. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:41 | |
During these years, the fear of communist revolution was so great, | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
the Cabinet later discussed the military defence of London | 0:12:46 | 0:12:50 | |
and using RAF squadrons to bomb the workers. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
They needn't have worried. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
Just as John Maclean had feared, | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
the strike failed to spread beyond industrial Scotland. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
And when it became clear that the Government was prepared to fight | 0:13:03 | 0:13:06 | |
and even to kill workers in order to win, | 0:13:06 | 0:13:09 | |
the strikers began returning to work. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:12 | |
John Maclean was bitter and close to broken. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:28 | |
During the war, he'd been to prison five times for inciting rebellion, | 0:13:28 | 0:13:32 | |
suffering hard labour, sleep deprivation and force-feeding. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
In November 1923, Maclean, who had double pneumonia, finally collapsed. | 0:13:38 | 0:13:44 | |
He was actually in the middle of making a speech | 0:13:44 | 0:13:47 | |
and he was carried off the open-air platform and taken home to die. | 0:13:47 | 0:13:51 | |
Maclean's dreams of political revolution died with him. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:01 | |
But all over Britain, artistic and sexual revolutionaries | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
were already dreaming new dreams. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
MUSIC: "Kashmiri Song" by Amy Woodforde-Finden | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
Garsington Manor, in Oxfordshire, | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
once the home of an unconventional aristocrat, Lady Ottoline Morrell. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:33 | |
Nearly six feet tall, with turquoise eyes and thick, red-gold hair, | 0:14:36 | 0:14:42 | |
she was known around the village as the Gypsy Queen. | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
Morrell turned Garsington into the country seat of the Bloomsbury Set. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:53 | |
You never knew who you were going to run into here. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:04 | |
Virginia Woolf was a regular visitor. | 0:15:04 | 0:15:07 | |
"At Garsington," she said, "even the cabbages are scented." | 0:15:07 | 0:15:12 | |
One morning, after swimming in the lake, | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
the pacifist philosopher Bertrand Russell emerged, stark naked, | 0:15:15 | 0:15:19 | |
to find himself confronted by the then Prime Minister, Herbert Asquith, | 0:15:19 | 0:15:24 | |
who was himself very busy chasing a beautiful young artist. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:30 | |
Garsington was an exquisite, warm haven for novelists, poets, philosophers, | 0:15:30 | 0:15:36 | |
politicians and artists, | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
and also for the son of a Nottinghamshire coal miner | 0:15:39 | 0:15:43 | |
called David Herbert Lawrence. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:46 | |
DH Lawrence was one of the first major novelists | 0:15:49 | 0:15:52 | |
to rise from the British working class. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:55 | |
He dreamt of getting back to an earthy, liberated sexuality | 0:15:55 | 0:16:00 | |
and of a new frankness between modern men and women. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:06 | |
They became mutually bedazzled, | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
the peacocky lady and the cocky young writer. | 0:16:11 | 0:16:15 | |
It was a very English story. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
They spent hours at a time together, walking in the countryside and talking. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:23 | |
"Here one feels the real England," said Lawrence. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:27 | |
"This house of Ottoline's, it is England." | 0:16:27 | 0:16:31 | |
She said of him, "His vitality and presence | 0:16:32 | 0:16:37 | |
"seems to make every moment of the day throb with its own intense life." | 0:16:37 | 0:16:44 | |
And Lawrence on the lady - | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
"There is a deep, spiritual bond between us," he said, | 0:16:46 | 0:16:52 | |
"deep to the bottom." | 0:16:52 | 0:16:53 | |
Lawrence saw Garsington as a refuge from a country | 0:17:02 | 0:17:06 | |
brutalised by industry and war. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
Like many of Ottoline's guests, he saw it as a kind of earthly perfection. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:15 | |
But there was a serpent in paradise. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
Ottoline always suspected that she wasn't loved | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
quite as much as she'd have liked. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
But she had no idea of the true venom lurking inside the people | 0:17:27 | 0:17:33 | |
she lavished hospitality upon. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
And then, | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
she read Lawrence's new book, Women In Love. | 0:17:37 | 0:17:42 | |
We have devised an entertainment for you, | 0:17:47 | 0:17:51 | |
in the style of the Russian ballet. | 0:17:51 | 0:17:55 | |
Lawrence introduces a tall, rich eccentric, | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
Lady Hermione Roddice. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:03 | |
Her home was clearly Lady Ottoline's Garsington Manor, | 0:18:07 | 0:18:12 | |
and she was unmistakably the real-life Hermione. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:16 | |
The novel was later made into a film by Ken Russell. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:22 | |
Lawrence describes Hermione as being "impressive but macabre, | 0:18:24 | 0:18:31 | |
"remarkable but repulsive". | 0:18:31 | 0:18:34 | |
It's a merciless character assassination aimed directly at Ottoline | 0:18:36 | 0:18:41 | |
and everything she stood for. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:42 | |
Ottoline was stricken with grief, | 0:18:48 | 0:18:51 | |
and broke off all contact with Lawrence. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:54 | |
That brief dream of a new kind of British culture, | 0:18:57 | 0:19:01 | |
where the aristocracy joined hands with the most radical and thrusting artists, | 0:19:01 | 0:19:08 | |
turned sour almost immediately. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
Lawrence's fiery belief in sexual liberation | 0:19:18 | 0:19:22 | |
would influence Britain right into the 1960s and beyond. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:27 | |
But the good times at Garsington came to an end in 1927, | 0:19:27 | 0:19:31 | |
when Ottoline ran out of money, and was forced to sell. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
In May 1928, Lawrence heard that Ottoline was ill with bone cancer. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:46 | |
By then he was dying himself from tuberculosis, | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
and he tried to say sorry. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
In a letter to her he said, | 0:19:52 | 0:19:55 | |
"You've influenced lots of lives, as you have influenced mine, | 0:19:55 | 0:20:00 | |
"through being fundamentally generous and through being Ottoline. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:05 | |
"There's only one Ottoline." | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
And he called her "a queen, among the mass of women". | 0:20:08 | 0:20:13 | |
But the miner's son and the lady never saw one another again. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:23 | |
UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
The high-culture revolutionaries didn't really catch on at the time. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:33 | |
Most people preferred modern crime fiction, | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
silent films and the most exciting new technology of the day. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:41 | |
One evening in June 1920, | 0:20:47 | 0:20:50 | |
a crowd was gathering outside the Marconi Works in Chelmsford, Essex, | 0:20:50 | 0:20:55 | |
waiting breathlessly | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
for the Australian-born opera singer Dame Nellie Melba. | 0:20:57 | 0:21:01 | |
Dame Nellie Melba was the most famous singer in the world. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:09 | |
She was huge. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:11 | |
Melba toast, peach melba, both named after her. | 0:21:11 | 0:21:16 | |
She arrived here in Essex for Britain's first ever radio event. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:22 | |
When she got to the rather primitive studio, | 0:21:22 | 0:21:26 | |
one of the engineers explained to her | 0:21:26 | 0:21:29 | |
that her singing was going to be transmitted | 0:21:29 | 0:21:32 | |
from a 450ft-high tower just outside. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:37 | |
"Young man," she said, | 0:21:39 | 0:21:41 | |
"If you think I'm going to climb up there, you are greatly mistaken." | 0:21:41 | 0:21:46 | |
At 7.10pm, accompanied by a small grand piano, | 0:21:50 | 0:21:54 | |
Dame Nellie directed her voice into the microphone. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
STATIC HISS AND CRACKLING | 0:21:57 | 0:21:59 | |
# Mid pleasures and palaces | 0:22:04 | 0:22:12 | |
# Though we may roam... # | 0:22:12 | 0:22:19 | |
The 30-minute concert, sung in English, French and Italian, | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
began with Home, Sweet Home | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
and ended with a single verse of God Save The King. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:29 | |
# ..No place like home... # | 0:22:29 | 0:22:34 | |
The world's first international broadcast performance | 0:22:34 | 0:22:38 | |
was picked up by radio pioneers all the way from Chelmsford | 0:22:38 | 0:22:42 | |
to Paris, Madrid, Berlin, even Newfoundland. | 0:22:42 | 0:22:46 | |
The next day, the papers reported that the songs came over | 0:22:46 | 0:22:52 | |
"mellow and perfect, without scratch or jar". | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
Radio 1, late-night talk shows, Terry Wogan, | 0:22:56 | 0:23:02 | |
this is where it all began. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
# ..Ne'er met elsewhere. # | 0:23:04 | 0:23:10 | |
Christmas, 1918. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
Lincoln Prison. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
An Irish prisoner is serving at Mass. | 0:23:31 | 0:23:34 | |
Choosing his moment, he takes the priest's key from the vestry | 0:23:37 | 0:23:42 | |
and makes an impression in candle wax. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
One February night, the prisoner used his copied key, | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
and walked free from the building, | 0:23:51 | 0:23:53 | |
and then he escaped through a hole in the fence | 0:23:53 | 0:23:55 | |
which had been cut for him by an accomplice from the outside. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:59 | |
The prisoner was Eamon de Valera, the sharp-faced leader of Sinn Fein, | 0:24:01 | 0:24:05 | |
soon to be Ireland's first President, | 0:24:05 | 0:24:08 | |
and his accomplice with the wire-cutters was Michael Collins, | 0:24:08 | 0:24:12 | |
a republican hero, known as the Big Fella. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:16 | |
That night they were working together. | 0:24:18 | 0:24:22 | |
Soon, they would be mortal enemies, | 0:24:22 | 0:24:25 | |
as a bloody civil war turned green Ireland red. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:30 | |
CHEERING | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
In January 1919, Sinn Fein declared Ireland's independence | 0:24:34 | 0:24:40 | |
and formed its own parliament, the Dail. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
This was an assault on the Empire, as well as the United Kingdom. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:47 | |
INAUDIBLE SPEECH | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Michael Collins set up | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
an elite team of IRA assassins known as the Twelve Apostles. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:59 | |
They efficiently targeted British troops and collaborators. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:04 | |
The British responded with an MI5-trained team of British agents | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
known as the Cairo Gang. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:15 | |
In November 1919, Collins set out to destroy them. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:22 | |
At 8.00 one Sunday morning, the Twelve Apostles burst into eight houses | 0:25:27 | 0:25:32 | |
and shot 14 British agents dead. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:35 | |
One was killed in his pyjamas trying to escape through the back garden, | 0:25:35 | 0:25:39 | |
some were shot in bed, some in front of their wives. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:43 | |
SHOUTING | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
Now the violence spread in all directions. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
Sinn Fein and the Dail were outlawed | 0:25:52 | 0:25:55 | |
and British forces stormed through Ireland. | 0:25:55 | 0:25:58 | |
After 18 months of terror, | 0:26:05 | 0:26:08 | |
Eamon de Valera and Lloyd George agreed to a truce. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
Talks began in October 1921. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
De Valera stayed at home | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
and ordered Collins to join the Irish delegation in London. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:22 | |
If he came back with less than Sinn Fein's full demands, | 0:26:23 | 0:26:28 | |
Collins knew he'd be the scapegoat. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:30 | |
As the negotiations began, he said to a fellow republican, | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
"You might say the trap is sprung." | 0:26:35 | 0:26:39 | |
The talks moved towards a compromise, | 0:26:42 | 0:26:45 | |
with Ireland self-governing, but still inside the British Empire, | 0:26:45 | 0:26:49 | |
and with the six predominantly Protestant northern counties free to choose | 0:26:49 | 0:26:54 | |
to remain within the United Kingdom. | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
After nearly two months, | 0:26:58 | 0:27:01 | |
the Irish delegation was still agonising over the deal. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:04 | |
With a theatrical flourish, Lloyd George arrived, brandishing two envelopes. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:11 | |
One contained the agreement, the other, the refusal to come to terms. | 0:27:11 | 0:27:16 | |
"If I send this letter," he said, | 0:27:16 | 0:27:19 | |
"it's war, and war within three days. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:23 | |
"Will you give peace or war to your country? | 0:27:23 | 0:27:28 | |
"We must have your answer by 10pm tonight." | 0:27:28 | 0:27:32 | |
One by one, the Irish representatives signed the agreement. | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
Michael Collins believed | 0:27:41 | 0:27:44 | |
he was giving Ireland something it had wanted for 700 years, | 0:27:44 | 0:27:49 | |
but that night, in his lodgings, he wrote, | 0:27:49 | 0:27:53 | |
"Early this morning, I signed my death warrant." | 0:27:53 | 0:27:57 | |
Back in Dublin, the treaty was narrowly voted through in the Dail. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:06 | |
But Eamon de Valera denounced it as a betrayal and resigned. | 0:28:06 | 0:28:11 | |
Collins and de Valera were now enemies | 0:28:11 | 0:28:15 | |
in a cruel civil war dividing republican families and friends. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:20 | |
SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE | 0:28:20 | 0:28:22 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:28:23 | 0:28:26 | |
In August 1922, Michael Collins, now Chief of the Irish National Army, | 0:28:32 | 0:28:38 | |
went on a tour of his home county, Cork. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:42 | |
Collins stopped at this pub to ask a local for directions, | 0:28:43 | 0:28:48 | |
little realising that the man was an anti-treaty rebel | 0:28:48 | 0:28:52 | |
whose gun was leaning against a wall just inside the bar. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:56 | |
That evening, Collins came back along the same road. | 0:29:02 | 0:29:07 | |
A rebel ambush was waiting. They'd been here for hours, | 0:29:09 | 0:29:12 | |
and some of them had given up and gone back to the pub, but not all. | 0:29:12 | 0:29:16 | |
At eight o'clock, the convoy came round the corner. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:19 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
Shots rang out. The cars stopped. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
Collins jumped out, and returned fire from behind his car. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:32 | |
When he saw some rebels running up the hill, | 0:29:32 | 0:29:36 | |
he stood out into the open, | 0:29:36 | 0:29:37 | |
and standing about here, | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
Michael Collins was killed with a single shot to the head. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:43 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
Hello, CQ. Hello. Hello, Ash. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:53 | |
Hello, Ash. There may be some jamming. | 0:29:53 | 0:29:55 | |
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa! There may be some oscillation. Whee-ew! Sorry? | 0:29:55 | 0:29:59 | |
Sorry, CQ. Closing down a moment. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:00 | |
Most of Ireland had left the United Kingdom, | 0:30:04 | 0:30:07 | |
but the British were already beginning to identify themselves | 0:30:07 | 0:30:11 | |
less by territory than by culture. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:14 | |
Regular radio broadcasting began in 1922. | 0:30:19 | 0:30:23 | |
Programmes were planned and scripted here at the Cock and Bell | 0:30:24 | 0:30:28 | |
in the Essex village of Writtle. | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
And all under the guidance of Captain Peter Eckersley, | 0:30:33 | 0:30:36 | |
ex-RAF engineer, born entertainer and all-round show-off. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:40 | |
Hello, CQ. Hello, CQ. This is Two-Emma-Toc of Wrrrittle testing. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:46 | |
This is Two-Emma-Toc of Wrrrittle testing. | 0:30:46 | 0:30:49 | |
Are the signals OK? No, they're not. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:51 | |
Wave your hand if it's all OK. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:52 | |
No waves? | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
No waves at all. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:55 | |
TUNING WHINE | 0:30:55 | 0:30:57 | |
To start with, Peter Eckersley and his tiny team were only authorised | 0:30:57 | 0:31:02 | |
to broadcast for half an hour a week, Tuesday nights. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
They'd pile down to this old Army hut from the pub and they'd put on records, | 0:31:06 | 0:31:11 | |
they'd read out plays, | 0:31:11 | 0:31:14 | |
made spoof weather announcements - they even had their own theme tune. | 0:31:14 | 0:31:19 | |
The nearness of a microphone can do strange things to people, | 0:31:19 | 0:31:23 | |
and as time went on, | 0:31:23 | 0:31:24 | |
Eckersley's exhibitionist tendencies became more and more pronounced. | 0:31:24 | 0:31:30 | |
TUNING WHINE | 0:31:32 | 0:31:34 | |
On one occasion, he promised a night of grand opera. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:42 | |
But there was no Dame Nellie that time. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
All the arias were sung by Peter Eckersley himself. | 0:31:48 | 0:31:53 | |
SINGING AND WAILING | 0:31:53 | 0:31:57 | |
But Captain Eckersley was about to have his wings clipped. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:05 | |
On 14th November 1922, | 0:32:08 | 0:32:11 | |
the British Broadcasting Company was established. | 0:32:11 | 0:32:14 | |
John Reith, a tall, balding Scot with a long scar running down one cheek, | 0:32:18 | 0:32:26 | |
was appointed General Manager. | 0:32:26 | 0:32:28 | |
To call John Reith odd would be a wild understatement. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:35 | |
His father was a Scottish Presbyterian minister | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
and he came from a family who all seemed to dislike each other intensely | 0:32:38 | 0:32:42 | |
and were prone to violent rages. | 0:32:42 | 0:32:45 | |
Reith himself was almost perpetually furious with somebody. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:51 | |
He was one of history's great haters, | 0:32:52 | 0:32:55 | |
and also one of its great puritans. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:58 | |
And this was the man who now had his hands on the BBC. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:02 | |
Reith appointed Peter Eckersley as his Chief Engineer, | 0:33:06 | 0:33:10 | |
and set to work shaping the future of British broadcasting. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:15 | |
Everybody was struggling with two big questions - | 0:33:17 | 0:33:21 | |
what was broadcasting for, | 0:33:21 | 0:33:24 | |
and who should control it. | 0:33:24 | 0:33:26 | |
Well, Peter Eckersley was absolutely clear. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:30 | |
Every week, he and his team would trundle this piano | 0:33:30 | 0:33:35 | |
down from the Cock and Bell pub to his ex-Army hut, | 0:33:35 | 0:33:39 | |
essentially because they wanted to entertain their listeners. | 0:33:39 | 0:33:44 | |
Reith completely disagreed. | 0:33:46 | 0:33:49 | |
For him, broadcasting was about information, | 0:33:49 | 0:33:53 | |
education and high culture. | 0:33:53 | 0:33:56 | |
So who was going to decide? | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
Well, that at least was becoming clear. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
John Reith would decide. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:04 | |
John Reith was in charge. | 0:34:04 | 0:34:07 | |
And in 1929, Captain Eckersley got divorced | 0:34:09 | 0:34:13 | |
and John Reith sacked him. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:16 | |
SINGING AND WAILING | 0:34:16 | 0:34:22 | |
Ah, well, never mind. | 0:34:25 | 0:34:26 | |
All across Britain, other young pioneers were on the up. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:31 | |
In the summer of 1921, | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
a teenager called Frank Taylor approached a bank manager in Blackpool | 0:34:38 | 0:34:42 | |
for a loan of £400. | 0:34:42 | 0:34:46 | |
It would help him transform the way this country looked. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:50 | |
Frank needed 400 quid to build two houses - | 0:34:52 | 0:34:56 | |
349 and number 347 Central Drive, Blackpool. | 0:34:56 | 0:35:01 | |
They've since been extended into a terrace. | 0:35:01 | 0:35:04 | |
These are very ordinary houses. | 0:35:04 | 0:35:06 | |
These are very special houses. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:09 | |
Frank wanted them for his parents and his Uncle Jack. | 0:35:09 | 0:35:15 | |
Now, Frank was only 16 years old, but he got the plans approved himself | 0:35:15 | 0:35:21 | |
and as he said later, he was ready to do anything | 0:35:21 | 0:35:24 | |
to get these houses built as quickly and as economically as possible. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:30 | |
Taylor set about learning how to build a house with his own hands - | 0:35:33 | 0:35:36 | |
bricklaying, hod-carrying, carpentry, the lot. | 0:35:36 | 0:35:40 | |
Before these houses were finished, before the roofs were even on, | 0:35:43 | 0:35:47 | |
passers-by were stopping and asking to buy them. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
Well, he couldn't resist. He sold each of these houses for £1,000. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:56 | |
That was 100% profit. | 0:35:56 | 0:35:59 | |
And Frank asked himself, | 0:36:00 | 0:36:04 | |
"Building houses for the British? | 0:36:04 | 0:36:06 | |
"Perhaps there's money in this." | 0:36:06 | 0:36:09 | |
After the war, Lloyd George had coined the catchphrase "Homes for Heroes". | 0:36:16 | 0:36:21 | |
He had high hopes for a massive State housing boom, | 0:36:21 | 0:36:24 | |
but money was short. | 0:36:24 | 0:36:27 | |
In fact, it was Frank's dream - private, not public housing - that led the way, | 0:36:27 | 0:36:34 | |
producing four million new homes in 20 years... | 0:36:34 | 0:36:38 | |
..all exactly the same and every one of them different. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:48 | |
Homes with hedges and rose bushes | 0:36:48 | 0:36:51 | |
and sheds round the back for pottering in. | 0:36:51 | 0:36:55 | |
Modest homes for peaceful heroes. | 0:36:56 | 0:36:59 | |
Back at the start, Frank Taylor's building business had a problem. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:10 | |
Frank's lawyer discovered that he was too young to own or sell land. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:14 | |
To make things legal, | 0:37:14 | 0:37:16 | |
he'd have to go into a partnership with an adult - and fast. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:20 | |
"What about Uncle Jack?" said Frank. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:26 | |
"Jack Woodrow." | 0:37:26 | 0:37:28 | |
And so Taylor-Woodrow was born, one of the property developers | 0:37:30 | 0:37:35 | |
who together would build millions of homes | 0:37:35 | 0:37:38 | |
and help give Britain her distinctive look for the 20th century. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:43 | |
The '20s produced the triumph of modern private housing, | 0:37:49 | 0:37:53 | |
but they also gave us a modern political curse - | 0:37:53 | 0:37:58 | |
sleaze. | 0:37:58 | 0:37:59 | |
One evening in September 1920, | 0:38:03 | 0:38:05 | |
a socialist maverick called Victor Grayson walked into a bar in London. | 0:38:05 | 0:38:10 | |
Grayson ordered a round. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:19 | |
And then he got a message and he said, "Don't let anyone drink my whisky," | 0:38:19 | 0:38:24 | |
picked up his hat and his stick, and walked out into the Strand. | 0:38:24 | 0:38:28 | |
His friends never saw him again. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:40 | |
Victor Grayson's last political intervention | 0:38:45 | 0:38:49 | |
was a speech against Lloyd George and a great cash-for-honours scandal. | 0:38:49 | 0:38:55 | |
Unlike most politicians of the age, | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
Lloyd George never had any money of his own. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:03 | |
And once he became coalition Prime Minister, | 0:39:03 | 0:39:06 | |
he didn't have a truly national party machine to raise funds, either. | 0:39:06 | 0:39:10 | |
And so, in order to keep himself in politics, | 0:39:10 | 0:39:13 | |
he decided to sell honours - peerages, knighthoods, OBEs. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:19 | |
Now, this was hardly unknown at Westminster, | 0:39:19 | 0:39:22 | |
but what made Lloyd George different was the blatant nature of it. | 0:39:22 | 0:39:27 | |
He went into business big, | 0:39:27 | 0:39:29 | |
and he went into business shamelessly. | 0:39:29 | 0:39:33 | |
But the Prime Minister didn't want to get his own hands dirty. | 0:39:36 | 0:39:40 | |
He needed a go-between. | 0:39:40 | 0:39:42 | |
And he found one in a former spy, blackmailer and rogue - | 0:39:42 | 0:39:47 | |
complete with monocle. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
His name was Maundy Gregory. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
Maundy Gregory would entice potential clients | 0:39:53 | 0:39:57 | |
to his opulent offices here at 38 Parliament Street. | 0:39:57 | 0:40:02 | |
And they had a very useful back entrance. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:06 | |
A kind of menu was quickly established. | 0:40:06 | 0:40:09 | |
You want to be a baronet? | 0:40:09 | 0:40:11 | |
Well, in today's money, £1.3 million. | 0:40:11 | 0:40:15 | |
A knighthood? | 0:40:15 | 0:40:17 | |
£330,000. | 0:40:17 | 0:40:19 | |
Many people assumed that he was somehow a senior part of the Government himself. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:28 | |
In fact, these offices were a kind of clearing house | 0:40:28 | 0:40:33 | |
for lethal gossip, bribery and kickbacks. | 0:40:33 | 0:40:38 | |
Victor Grayson was determined to blow the whistle | 0:40:40 | 0:40:42 | |
on Lloyd George's cash-for-honours operation. | 0:40:42 | 0:40:45 | |
Meanwhile, Special Branch had tipped Maundy Gregory off | 0:40:45 | 0:40:49 | |
that Grayson was "a dangerous communist revolutionary" | 0:40:49 | 0:40:53 | |
and asked him to keep an eye on him. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
When Victor Grayson realised that Gregory was spying on him, | 0:41:02 | 0:41:06 | |
he was more than ever determined to expose him. | 0:41:06 | 0:41:09 | |
And eventually, | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
with enormous guts, | 0:41:11 | 0:41:13 | |
he made a blistering speech in Liverpool in which he said, | 0:41:13 | 0:41:17 | |
"This sale of honours is a national scandal. | 0:41:17 | 0:41:22 | |
"It can be traced all the way down from Number 10 Downing Street | 0:41:22 | 0:41:28 | |
"and to a monocled dandy with offices in Whitehall. | 0:41:28 | 0:41:33 | |
"I know this man and one day I will name him." | 0:41:33 | 0:41:37 | |
Now events began to take on a sinister edge. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:42 | |
In September 1920, Grayson was attacked and beaten up. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:47 | |
Eight days later, | 0:41:49 | 0:41:50 | |
he disappeared. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:53 | |
That evening, Grayson was spotted by a painter called George Flemwell. | 0:42:01 | 0:42:05 | |
Flemwell was painting a landscape close to a small island | 0:42:05 | 0:42:09 | |
on the Thames near Hampton Court. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
Two men caught his attention as they passed by in a newfangled invention, | 0:42:14 | 0:42:18 | |
an electric canoe. | 0:42:18 | 0:42:20 | |
As it happened, Flemwell had painted Grayson's portrait | 0:42:24 | 0:42:28 | |
and he recognised him immediately. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
He watched as they moored on the island | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
and saw them go into this bungalow, Vanity Fair. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:41 | |
Vanity Fair belonged to Maundy Gregory. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:52 | |
The only person on the island with an electric canoe? | 0:42:52 | 0:42:55 | |
Maundy Gregory. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:57 | |
Grayson's friends feared that something terrible had happened. | 0:42:57 | 0:43:00 | |
Either he'd been killed, | 0:43:00 | 0:43:03 | |
or he'd been encouraged to disappear. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:06 | |
With Grayson out of the picture, | 0:43:13 | 0:43:15 | |
Lloyd George's honours racket continued. | 0:43:15 | 0:43:18 | |
One of the nominations for a peerage in his next honours list | 0:43:20 | 0:43:24 | |
was a convicted South African fraudster called Joseph Robinson. | 0:43:24 | 0:43:29 | |
The Commons exploded | 0:43:29 | 0:43:31 | |
and the King was livid. | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
Gregory had to break it to Joseph Robinson that the deal was off. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:42 | |
But Robinson was slightly deaf. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:44 | |
Sitting in his suite in the Savoy Hotel, | 0:43:44 | 0:43:46 | |
he first thought he was being asked for even more money, | 0:43:46 | 0:43:50 | |
and he pulled out his chequebook. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:52 | |
When he finally grasped that he wasn't getting a peerage at all, | 0:43:52 | 0:43:56 | |
he demanded his money back. | 0:43:56 | 0:43:58 | |
The Chief Whip asked Gregory if he knew what had become of it. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:02 | |
"Of course I know what's become of it," hissed Gregory. "I've spent it." | 0:44:02 | 0:44:06 | |
One mystery still remains. | 0:44:11 | 0:44:13 | |
There were occasional claimed sightings of Victor Grayson | 0:44:13 | 0:44:16 | |
right up until the 1950s | 0:44:16 | 0:44:19 | |
in Spain, in north London, even in New Zealand. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:23 | |
But he was never seen for certain ever again. | 0:44:23 | 0:44:28 | |
To all intents and purposes, Victor Grayson vanished into thin air. | 0:44:28 | 0:44:33 | |
The rather mucky Welsh Wizard | 0:44:40 | 0:44:42 | |
was still heading a Conservative-dominated coalition, | 0:44:42 | 0:44:45 | |
but he was reaching the end of his long political road. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:49 | |
In October 1922, the Tory backbenchers | 0:44:52 | 0:44:55 | |
met at the Carlton Club to consider turning on their own party leadership | 0:44:55 | 0:45:00 | |
and chucking out the Welsh cuckoo. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:03 | |
Speaking against Lloyd George were two Conservative leaders-in-waiting - | 0:45:08 | 0:45:14 | |
Andrew Bonar Law, who was ill, and Stanley Baldwin, | 0:45:14 | 0:45:18 | |
who did the talking. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:21 | |
INAUDIBLE SPEECH | 0:45:21 | 0:45:23 | |
Stanley Baldwin's speech was plain but devastating. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:27 | |
Yes, Lloyd George was a dynamic force. | 0:45:27 | 0:45:30 | |
"But," he said, "a dynamic force is a terrible thing." | 0:45:30 | 0:45:34 | |
This one had smashed the Liberals and could smash the Conservatives too. | 0:45:34 | 0:45:41 | |
They voted by 185 to 88 to cut loose and stand as an independent party. | 0:45:44 | 0:45:49 | |
And the Conservatives have never forgotten this moment. | 0:45:49 | 0:45:53 | |
Even to this day, their backbenchers call themselves the 1922 Committee, | 0:45:53 | 0:45:59 | |
their badge of independence from power-drunk Westminster grandees. | 0:45:59 | 0:46:06 | |
Britain would be spared another "dynamic force" for many years to come. | 0:46:10 | 0:46:16 | |
This was an age of political pygmies. | 0:46:16 | 0:46:20 | |
Over the next two years, Britain had four prime ministers - Bonar Law, | 0:46:20 | 0:46:26 | |
Stanley Baldwin, | 0:46:26 | 0:46:28 | |
and Britain's first Labour Prime Minister, Ramsay MacDonald. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:33 | |
He only lasted ten months. | 0:46:33 | 0:46:35 | |
Oh, yes, and then Stanley Baldwin again. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:40 | |
But there was one big beast prowling around. | 0:46:43 | 0:46:47 | |
After 20 years with the Liberals, Winston Churchill returned to Parliament | 0:46:47 | 0:46:52 | |
as the Conservative MP for Epping. | 0:46:52 | 0:46:55 | |
He was hoping Baldwin would offer him a modest Government job. | 0:46:55 | 0:47:00 | |
In fact, the Prime Minister asked him to be Chancellor of the Exchequer, | 0:47:05 | 0:47:09 | |
and Churchill was dumbfounded. | 0:47:09 | 0:47:12 | |
"I should like to have answered, 'Will the bloody duck swim?'" | 0:47:12 | 0:47:16 | |
But he had a sense of occasion, and in fact said to Baldwin, | 0:47:16 | 0:47:20 | |
"I shall be delighted to serve you in this splendid office." | 0:47:20 | 0:47:24 | |
But Churchill was not a splendid Chancellor. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:32 | |
He had one great decision in front of him and he got it wrong. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:36 | |
In March 1925, he summoned four economists to dine at the Treasury | 0:47:43 | 0:47:48 | |
to thrash out the burning economic issue of the day - the gold standard. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:53 | |
The gold standard simply meant | 0:47:55 | 0:47:57 | |
fixing the price of national currencies to a certain amount of gold, | 0:47:57 | 0:48:01 | |
providing a clear, transparent system | 0:48:01 | 0:48:04 | |
which had underpinned the huge boom in world trade | 0:48:04 | 0:48:08 | |
in the golden years before the war. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:11 | |
Globalisation with Britain at the centre. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:14 | |
But during the war, the British economy had been bled dry, | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
and the City of London had lost its prime position to New York. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:26 | |
The radical young economist John Maynard Keynes | 0:48:29 | 0:48:33 | |
thought that going back to gold | 0:48:33 | 0:48:35 | |
would devastate Britain's already weakened industry. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:38 | |
By instinct, Churchill was also against. | 0:48:41 | 0:48:44 | |
But the Treasury experts said | 0:48:44 | 0:48:46 | |
that going back to the clear, transparent system of the pre-war world | 0:48:46 | 0:48:51 | |
would make the City great again. | 0:48:51 | 0:48:53 | |
But if a system is clear and transparent, | 0:48:57 | 0:49:02 | |
it is also a ruthless exposer of weakness. | 0:49:02 | 0:49:07 | |
All very glorious to put on an old suit of armour, | 0:49:07 | 0:49:12 | |
unless you're too weak to walk in it. | 0:49:12 | 0:49:15 | |
Churchill brooded as they argued it out over the table, | 0:49:17 | 0:49:21 | |
but by the end of the meal he'd been won over. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:24 | |
Britain was going to have to go back on to the gold standard. | 0:49:24 | 0:49:29 | |
But there was no mood | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
of celebration over this dinner - as one of them put it, "It will be hell." | 0:49:31 | 0:49:36 | |
And hell it was. | 0:49:38 | 0:49:40 | |
The return to the gold standard made British exports more expensive, | 0:49:40 | 0:49:44 | |
including coal. | 0:49:44 | 0:49:46 | |
And with more than a million miners, | 0:49:47 | 0:49:50 | |
the coal industry was the country's largest employer. | 0:49:50 | 0:49:54 | |
To stay in business, the mine owners announced a cut in wages | 0:49:57 | 0:50:01 | |
and an even longer working day. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:04 | |
An industrial dispute was soon coming to the boil. | 0:50:05 | 0:50:08 | |
The mine owners stood firm. | 0:50:08 | 0:50:10 | |
Then, at one minute to midnight on Monday 3rd May 1926, | 0:50:13 | 0:50:19 | |
the TUC called a general strike. | 0:50:19 | 0:50:22 | |
Quietly, the Government had been planning for this moment, | 0:50:25 | 0:50:30 | |
and they now sent telegrams all across the country | 0:50:30 | 0:50:33 | |
with the single code word, "Action". | 0:50:33 | 0:50:36 | |
All Army and Navy leave was immediately cancelled. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:51 | |
Two battleships dropped anchor in the Mersey. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:54 | |
Two infantry battalions marched through Liverpool. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:02 | |
Bring it on! | 0:51:06 | 0:51:07 | |
If the revolution was coming, | 0:51:07 | 0:51:10 | |
the authorities were determined to show they were ready for it. | 0:51:10 | 0:51:13 | |
On the first morning of the strike, Britain came to a virtual standstill. | 0:51:29 | 0:51:35 | |
UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC | 0:51:40 | 0:51:43 | |
But the Government already had a small army | 0:51:47 | 0:51:52 | |
of strike-breaking volunteers at its disposal. | 0:51:52 | 0:51:55 | |
City gents shovelled coal at the gasworks. | 0:51:56 | 0:51:59 | |
The Ranelagh Polo Club patrolled central London | 0:52:02 | 0:52:06 | |
as special constables on their ponies. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
Titled ladies and debutantes turned up to organise food supplies. | 0:52:10 | 0:52:15 | |
One posh drama student wrote to her mother | 0:52:17 | 0:52:20 | |
about the gentleman volunteers on the London Tube. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:23 | |
"It's perfectly mad to hear a beautiful Oxford voice crying, | 0:52:23 | 0:52:29 | |
"'Uxbridge and Harrow train,' rather than, 'Uxbridge 'n' 'Arro.' | 0:52:29 | 0:52:34 | |
"It's perfectly jolly, | 0:52:34 | 0:52:36 | |
"and such an improvement on the ordinary, humdrum state of things." | 0:52:36 | 0:52:41 | |
But it was the railways that attracted the real toffs. | 0:52:46 | 0:52:50 | |
The Honourable Mrs Beaumont led stable duty at Paddington. | 0:52:50 | 0:52:55 | |
Lord Monkswell was a signalman at Marylebone. | 0:52:55 | 0:53:00 | |
And the Honourable Lionel Guest successfully drove a train | 0:53:00 | 0:53:04 | |
all the way from Liverpool Street to Yarmouth. | 0:53:04 | 0:53:08 | |
TRAIN HOOTS | 0:53:08 | 0:53:10 | |
After a few days, | 0:53:31 | 0:53:33 | |
many of the strike-breaking volunteers developed a healthy respect | 0:53:33 | 0:53:38 | |
for the working classes they had often never come across before. | 0:53:38 | 0:53:44 | |
One of them said, | 0:53:44 | 0:53:45 | |
"I found much of my sympathy was more with the men | 0:53:45 | 0:53:49 | |
"than with the employers or the Government. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:54 | |
"I had never realised the appalling poverty which existed." | 0:53:54 | 0:53:59 | |
By the fifth day of the strike, London was running short of flour and bread. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:09 | |
At 4am, the Government sent a convoy of lorries and armoured cars | 0:54:09 | 0:54:15 | |
to take food from the docks by force. | 0:54:15 | 0:54:18 | |
Restless crowds of strikers looked on, but didn't interfere. | 0:54:21 | 0:54:25 | |
This was the psychological turning point. | 0:54:25 | 0:54:28 | |
At noon on the ninth day of the strike, | 0:54:34 | 0:54:37 | |
Arthur Pugh, the leader of the TUC, contacted Baldwin | 0:54:37 | 0:54:41 | |
to tell him that the strike was to be "terminated forthwith". | 0:54:41 | 0:54:46 | |
Baldwin wasn't quite sure he'd heard properly. | 0:54:46 | 0:54:49 | |
"Forthwith," replied Pugh. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
"That means immediately." | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
And Baldwin said, "I thank God for your decision." | 0:54:55 | 0:54:59 | |
The strike was over and, for some, the good times still rolled on. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:14 | |
In June of 1928, a crudely printed party invitation began arriving | 0:55:14 | 0:55:19 | |
at some of the best addresses in Mayfair and Belgravia. | 0:55:19 | 0:55:23 | |
This was to be the most outrageous party of the season, | 0:55:23 | 0:55:27 | |
and it was being held at the local swimming baths. | 0:55:27 | 0:55:31 | |
On the guest list was a young Oxford graduate called Tom Driberg, | 0:55:37 | 0:55:42 | |
later a communist, MI5 spy and Chairman of the Labour Party. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:47 | |
He'd just started writing for the Daily Express gossip column, | 0:55:47 | 0:55:51 | |
The Talk Of London. | 0:55:51 | 0:55:53 | |
Writing anonymously as the Dragoman, Tom Driberg reported | 0:55:56 | 0:56:00 | |
"visions of great rubber horses and flowers floating about on the water". | 0:56:00 | 0:56:06 | |
Everything was illuminated by coloured spotlights | 0:56:06 | 0:56:09 | |
and many of the guests had brought two or three costumes to change into | 0:56:09 | 0:56:14 | |
as the night wore on. | 0:56:14 | 0:56:16 | |
Driberg kept rushing out to the nearest public telephone to file his copy. | 0:56:16 | 0:56:21 | |
This was a hoot, but also a scoop. | 0:56:21 | 0:56:24 | |
DANCE MUSIC | 0:56:24 | 0:56:26 | |
The guests included the brightest of the bright young things - | 0:56:29 | 0:56:33 | |
Mayfair debutantes, the children of lords and Government ministers | 0:56:33 | 0:56:38 | |
and a slender It girl with a weakness for hard drugs | 0:56:38 | 0:56:43 | |
called Brenda Dean Paul. | 0:56:43 | 0:56:45 | |
Brenda Dean Paul remembered seeing unshockable old dowagers | 0:56:50 | 0:56:55 | |
glued to the only available seats | 0:56:55 | 0:56:57 | |
in the dimly lit cubicles by the side of the pool. | 0:56:57 | 0:57:01 | |
She said they seemed "quite contented, | 0:57:01 | 0:57:04 | |
"like plump hens, their lorgnettes fixed on the dripping parade". | 0:57:04 | 0:57:09 | |
The Bath and Bottle Party would turn out to be | 0:57:21 | 0:57:23 | |
the beginning of the end for Britain's roaring '20s. | 0:57:23 | 0:57:27 | |
For an economic storm was brewing across the Atlantic, | 0:57:31 | 0:57:34 | |
and from the dealing rooms on Wall Street, | 0:57:34 | 0:57:37 | |
the chilly winds would soon be blowing all the way to Belgravia. | 0:57:37 | 0:57:42 | |
For the bright young things, | 0:57:45 | 0:57:47 | |
the end of the Bath and Bottle Party was a premonition. | 0:57:47 | 0:57:52 | |
Modern times were giving way to hard times, | 0:57:52 | 0:57:56 | |
and soon the off-colour cocktails and the crushed rose petals | 0:57:56 | 0:58:01 | |
and the glittering pool were only a memory. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:04 | |
The good times were drifting away on a thousand bobbing champagne corks. | 0:58:04 | 0:58:09 | |
And as the sunlight filtered through the skylights, | 0:58:09 | 0:58:13 | |
Britain's fast set were weaving and wobbling their weary way home. | 0:58:13 | 0:58:21 | |
In the next programme - | 0:58:35 | 0:58:36 | |
Black Shirts, green shirts and Gracie Fields, | 0:58:36 | 0:58:40 | |
Butlins and Mrs Simpson. | 0:58:40 | 0:58:44 |