- Wed Nov 22, 2023 3:39 pm
#58371
What stands out for me about 1997, as opposed to every other GE I've lived through (both as a voter and too young) was the sense that something really was up for grabs. It wasn't a choice between the two least worst options. It wasn't a case of building up false hope as had been in both 1987 and 1992 (where at least among the young, the cool option was Labour). Everyone seemed engaged in it, and I know I've mentioned the train journey I took on May 2nd, during which at every stop people were getting on and giving the entire carriage an update.
I still smile at the stunt done by Armando Iannucci, involving the actress Sally Phillips playing a prostitute flying in a helicopter over London looking for a surviving Tory MP to have sex with. For me it seemed as if all the potential of the preceding years - yes, cool Britannia and all that (but sloganeering aside, there was a renaissance in British cultural output, fashion, music and more from about 1994 onwards, thanks in part to the national lottery) - was ready to be released.
Yes, yes, great in that dawn it was and so on. And yes, within a year or so, Three Lions had given way to Vindaloo, and everyone realised that both Blur and Oasis were full of shit. But just for a short while it felt as if anything was possible.
As the actress said to the bishop, rabbi, imam and priest
"My eyes have seen the glory, I'm a born again Atheist!"