Francis Beckett

There’s a lot of cross baby boomers out there, harrumphing at my betrayal of my own generation in my new book, What Did the Baby Boomers Ever Do For Us?

Former Chief Inspector of Schools Chris Woodhead has called for children to be taught literature uncritically.

Question: What sort of educator writes: "Who cares what they [schoolchildren] think or feel"?

Answer: Chris Woodhead in the current Sunday Times.

If you think Prime Ministers are getting younger, it’s not because you’re getting older. They are getting younger. Tony Blair in 1997, aged 44, was the youngest Prime Minister since 1812, and David Cameron was a year younger than Blair when he entered Number Ten.

There's a cheering amount of controversy around my new book, What Did the Baby Boomers Ever Do For Us?

Baby boomers tend to think I'm a traitor to my generation. The young feel I've confirmed their long-felt grievances. Neither of them are quite right.

A couple of academics have become very excited about their "discovery" that the National Union of Mineworkers took money from Communist bloc countries during the 1984-5 miners' strike.

There's a detailed account of the movement of Soviet money in Marching to the Fault Line by me and David Hencke, published a couple of years ago by Constable and Robinson.

 

The Evening Standard has a remarkably thoughtful and perspicacious columnist called Rosamund Urwin who last night wrote "...Francis Beckett in his brilliant new book, What Did the Baby Boomers Ever Do for Us?, which is launched today." 

My baby boomers book is out tomorrow (Monday) with a stark and unpopular message for my own generation.

It says that the baby boomers saw themselves as pioneers of a new world – freer, fresher, fairer and infinitely more fun. But the world they made for their children to live in is a far harsher one than the world they inherited.

I'm currently handling media relations for the Fire Brigades Union, and a smooth-voiced young man from Metro called up tonight and reminded me of the misery of dealing with a journalist who is scrabbling eagerly up the greasy tabloid ladder, and doesn't care how much truth gets trampled on the way.

Capitalism is full of cruel iroinies.  "Virgin media shorts" says the announcer lady in a voice you could pour on a waffle.  "Championing undiscovered talent."

And I heard it because I was loyally watching the competition entry made by that splendid, but resting, actor Phil Philmar from Player Playwrights, who has helped me understand what's wrong with some of my plays.