A number of readers have already suggested I "write up" Rod Liddle. I've never been sure where I stood on his very extreme 'strengths and weaknesses'. His ability to confuse and confound will continue after a very untimely death.
Let's add some odd notes to the record. Keith Flett, a contemporary in Middlesborough, thinks his teenage interest in the SWP was really to get gigs for his punk group Dangerbird under the Rock Against Racism umbrella. At the other end of his life, his death has been mourned by Nigel Farage, Darren Grimes, Dan Wootton, Kevin O'Sullivan and Ross Kemp.
He was certainly a different voice when he arrived at the BBC after three years at the South Wales Echo, and three years working for the Labour Party, whilst also taking a degree (a wank degree?) in social psychology at the LSE. His accent, bearing the London twangs of Sidcup, embedded til nine years old, mangled with years in Nunthorpe, was different, and, depending on the meeting, profanities were abundant. I have to say, in his early years, not much of his iconclasm made it to air on programmes like The World This Weekend. When I shared a brief time with him on Today, as another assistant editor, he was attracted to any newspaper story headlined "Village of Fear", and like another Mad Rod before him (Rod Pounsett) drove hard to get the people at the heart of stories to, at least, a phone interview. Often, these stories were in The Daily Mail.
Management wanted to 'develop' Rod. They sent him to edit The World Tonight, which passed without alarum, before letting him run Today. The programme was well staffed, and Rod began to enjoy "off-the wall" appointments at reporter and junior producer level. He also began to enjoy the slight celebrity the role brought. The problem was that you couldn't see a further promotion ahead; the change of career to columnist and controversialist might even been concocted by friends in management.
As he launched into this part of his 'journey', let's remember there were regular appearances on "Call My Bluff", relaunched with Fiona Bruce; a forgotten Sunday morning yoof politics show with Kate Silverton on BBC2; and many panel show appearances on Radio 4. One suspects his circle of chums drove him to believe there was more money in expressing deliberately contrarian views in newspaper columns. He was certainly better at it.
Age, red wine and cigarettes puffed Rod up from a John Cooper Clarke into a Frankie Howerd. In recent years he returned to the North East, shared recipes for pease pudding, and walked and walked with his dog. Trips to London, in hotels, for News International's shilling, were loucher. His chosen party, the 'continuity' SDP, allegedly conservative-left, made pacts with Reform UK.
It was hard to tell whether and when he meant what he wrote. Often, with extreme leery Benny Hill-ery, he just made your jaw drop. In later years he repeated the belief that Clause 28 was 'right', that the abortion debate should still be a live issue, and that the BBC was consistently beastly to Israel. He was nostalgic for life as a teenager in Nunthorpe, and wanted some form of return to the values of those times; or did he ?