I can still remember the moment when our eyes first met across, well to be
honest, a not-too-crowded room. In fact it was the House of Commons chamber
which was, of course, virtually deserted. I was on my usual perch in the
reporters' gallery and a youthful Tony Blair was on the Opposition front bench.
It was 1989 and Blair, a shadow frontbencher, spent most of his time gazing
adoringly upwards at the press benches, smiling and winking like a demented
schoolchild - in hindsight, the first sign that the cultivation and then control
of the media would be a cornerstone of his early success.
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