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she had inherited from him to that. In doing so she earned her father's pride by garnering a fierce reputation as both a campaigning reporter and an impassioned commentator. It was only after his death in 1993 that she felt moved to enter the arena he had made his own. She took two months' unpaid leave after the funeral, during which time the idea of carrying on the family name in the Party gradually took root. This epiphany, she believed, was a symbiosis of her deeply felt desire to honour him and the removal of his shadow from that door she'd previously been unable to walk through. As his nickname suggested, Uncle Joe Doyle was about as 'Old Labour' as 'Old Labour' ever got, but as his death predated the very concept of Old and New in the party, his association had no negative repercussions for Elspeth's career. He had not hung around long enough to become an inconvenient anachronism, so his reputation survived the zeal of the revisionists and thus served his daughter as she was sure he would have wished. She occasionally had to field jibes from left-wing traditionalists as to what her father would have thought of certain policies she was peddling, but these were cheap shots that reflected most unflatteringly on those who made them. Or at least, they did by the time Elspeth was finished than they ever had, and that it insulted his political intellect to suggest he would apply the values and policies of his heyday to a landscape that had seen quarter-of-a-century of change. With her father's name and her journalistic reputation behind her, the announcement of her new-found political Iaspirations was greeted with welcoming enthusiasm by the Party in Scotland. The 'New Generation' card seemed to them an attractive ticket: the traditional past and modern future of Labour conveniently encapsulated. Being the media-savvy New Labour daughter of an Old Labour legend very quickly marked her out for big things. So why, despite wihning the true-blue Glasgow South- wood seat (albeit in May '97's Tory wipe-out) in what was supposed to be a cannon-fodder trial run; despite then successfully standing for the Nettleston and Provanhill seat in the' '99 Scottish elections; and despite delivering on everything that had been asked of her, was there still no place for her at the top table? Quite simply, it was a question of faith. Elspeth Doyle had grown up in a house where two things were absolutely sacred: the Labour Party and the Catholic Church. There was no point asking in what order, because at the time they had seemed two sides of the same thing. |
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