Greg Dyke: Inside Story

Greg Dyke: Inside Story
Greg Dyke

‘“How did a short bald, man with a speech impediment have such an impact?” How indeed? Like his life, “Inside Story” is a pacy romp. Honest and heartfelt, it should be required reading.’ ObserverOn 28 January 2004, four years to the day after becoming a much-loved Director-General of the BBC, Greg Dyke left his post and entered the public eye after the publication of the Hutton Report.But Greg Dyke’s story started long before he reached the BBC. Written off as a failure at school, unemployed at thirty, his big break came as a current affairs researcher at London Weekend Television in 1977. From there he rose through the ranks of independent television, becoming the person responsible for briefly saving TV-am, thanks to Roland Rat, before running LWT, Channel Four and Pearson Television. In his riveting and frank autobiography, Dyke charts his astonishing and unconventional rise to the top, his unwavering determination and courage in improving the BBC and his defiant stand against Downing Street’s campaign of harassment. His autobiography is the story of a man of our times and of the power of television: entertaining, funny and explosively revealing.

Greg Dyke: Inside Story

To Sue

And to Matthew, Christine, Alice, and Joe

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u7379379a-d5c5-564b-b032-d475c2b49ace)

Title Page (#u6d523c1f-0dfe-5e02-9189-e0a1ade9ca76)

Dedication (#u54e4ee6d-3470-5f72-ae4a-2161db73ccbc)

CHAPTER ONE Three Days in January (#u32e0f49f-54bb-5aee-829b-71f38b034fb3)

CHAPTER TWO The First Thirty Years (#u8e1552ef-4c5a-5b19-97b9-f2c61b9377ff)

CHAPTER THREE Into Television (#ufc993d90-8eb2-57c4-8ff6-aed0e3e25bb3)

CHAPTER FOUR A Year at TV-am (#u75f20ca1-a4a0-58aa-981c-dda8b780b25b)

CHAPTER FIVE TVS and Back to LWT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX Running and Losing LWT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN Joining the BBC (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT The BBC Years (1) (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE The BBC Years (2) (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN Why Did They Cry? (Culture Change at the BBC) (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN Television and Sport (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE Gilligan, Kelly, and Hutton (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Why Hutton Was Wrong (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Some Final Thoughts (#litres_trial_promo)

Index (#litres_trial_promo)

P.S. (#litres_trial_promo)

About the author (#litres_trial_promo)

Leading by Example (#litres_trial_promo)

LIFE at a Glance (#litres_trial_promo)

Top Ten Favourite Films (#litres_trial_promo)

Top Ten Favourite Tracks (#litres_trial_promo)

About the book (#litres_trial_promo)

A Collective Failure? by Greg Dyke (#litres_trial_promo)

A Day in the Life of Greg Dyke (#litres_trial_promo)

Read on (#litres_trial_promo)

If you loved this, you’ll like… (#litres_trial_promo)

Find Out More (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE Three Days in January (#ulink_58b55a03-0fbd-57eb-b94f-34dcab1a55b6)

As I left home on the morning of Tuesday 27 January 2004, I had no idea that within thirty-six hours my career as Director-General of the BBC would be over. I didn’t even see it as a remote possibility that I would be fired by a board of BBC Governors behaving like frightened rabbits caught in the headlights – a board unnerved by a combination of the resignation of their Chairman, Lord Hutton’s infamous report, and the prospect of the revenge the Government might seek to take against the BBC.

Of course very few people knew then that Lord Hutton’s report, due to be published the following day, would so damn the BBC and would so totally exonerate the Government of any mistakes or wrongdoing. It was our view that the BBC had made some mistakes and was likely to be criticized but that the Government would deservedly suffer at least as much. Nor could anyone have known that within forty-eight hours the acting Chairman of the BBC would do lasting damage to the BBC’s reputation at home and abroad by issuing the most grovelling of apologies to a vitriolic Government.

And who could possibly have foreseen that thousands of BBC employees, in all parts of the United Kingdom, would have taken to the streets to support me, or that they would have clubbed together to pay for a full-page advertisement in the Daily Telegraph backing me and challenging the Governors to defend the independence of the BBC? And how could anyone have known on that Tuesday morning that by the end of the week Lord Hutton’s report would have been so comprehensively ridiculed by media and public alike, its findings dismissed as a crude whitewash of the Government and yet another example of Number Ten spin?

Nevertheless, as I left home that morning I certainly knew that it was going to be a lively week.

With the publication of the Hutton Report imminent, the photographers and reporters were already camped outside my house in Twickenham, so even the most innocent of passers-by would have known that something was up. My partner Sue was away in Suffolk for the week, real evidence that we didn’t expect a major crisis: if we had, then there was no way she would have gone. Only Joe and I were there that morning. Joe was sixteen at the time, the youngest of our four children and the only one at home. He was used to journalists and camera crews turning up outside our house and we both smiled when we saw them there that morning.

Our house backs onto nine acres of parkland that we share with forty or so other houses. This gives us numerous choices for getting in and out, making it virtually impossible for any reporter, photographer, or camera crew to catch me. We saw avoiding them as a game that we had been playing, on and off, for the four years I’d been Director-General. On some occasions Joe or my daughter Alice, who in January was away building a school in Africa, used to take pity on them and would tell them that I’d already left, but the journalists never believed them. Joe, Alice, and I quite enjoyed the game. Sue, on the other hand, hated these people intruding into our privacy in this way.

Because I had expected the press to arrive, I had already arranged for Joe to spend the next couple of days at a friend’s house, so on that Tuesday morning we left together through the back door, with Joe pushing his bike and carrying a bagful of clothes. We got onto the road through the garden of Number 10a and when we got there I rang Bill, my driver, and he drove around the corner and picked me up. Meanwhile, Joe cycled off to college. An easy win that morning. The next time Joe and I were to meet was on Thursday evening, when I was no longer the Director-General and he had already started making jokes about leaving home if I was going to be there full time.

That Tuesday was Hutton publication day minus one, the day when all of those involved in the inquiry were to get an advanced copy of the report. We were to receive it exactly twenty-four hours before Hutton pronounced, which meant we would get it around lunchtime. A total of twenty-two of us at the BBC had signed confidentiality agreements and we had agreed a timetable for the day. I was going to read the report alone in my office. Richard Sambrook, the Director of BBC News, and his deputy Mark Damazer would read it in the meeting room next door, along with Magnus Brooke, my acting business manager. Magnus was a lawyer whom I had picked from relative obscurity within the BBC for this job, and he was brilliant. During the summer he had gone back to the legal division for a period to help out on Hutton. The rest of the people entitled to read the report that day would be in rooms nearby. Andrew Gilligan, the journalist at the centre of the row, and his legal team also had a room allocated in the building.