ABSTRACT
The other was ‘Chips’ Channon, socialite from the circle of the Duke of Kent and Lady Cunard, seemingly a gentleman (though actually born an American and a member of the British Establishment by marriage), MP, appeaser, and father of Paul Channon, one of Maggie Thatcher’s last ‘wet’ Cabinet ministers:
10.57 a.m. The P.M. is to broadcast at 11.15 and in a few moments a state of war will be declared. The method, while to my mind precipitate and brusque, is undoubtedly popular. Everyone is smiling, the weather is glorious but I feel that our world or all that remains of it, is committing suicide, whilst Stalin laughs and the Kremlin triumphs.2
