DONNELLY, Sir (Joseph) Brian (Born 24 April 1945) KBE 2003; CMG 1998
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BDOHP Biographical Details and Interview Index DONNELLY, Sir (Joseph) Brian (born 24 April 1945) KBE 2003; CMG 1998 Career (with, on right, relevant pages in interview) Journalist, c 1965-68 pp 2-6 Administrative trainee, GCHQ, 1970 pp 7-10 Joined Diplomatic Service, 1973 pp 11-12 2nd Secretary, FCO, Republic of Ireland Department, 1973-75 pp 12-26 1st Secretary, UK Mission to UN, New York, 1975-79 pp 26-40 Head of Chancery, Singapore, 1979–82 pp 40-55 Assistant Head, Personnel Policy Dept, FCO, 1982–84 pp 55-65 Deputy to Chief Scientific Adviser, Cabinet Office, 1984–87 pp 65-76 Counsellor and Consul General, Athens, 1988–91 pp 76-91 Royal College of Defence Studies, 1991 pp 91-93 Head of Non-Proliferation Dept, FCO, 1992–95 pp 94-108 Minister and Deputy Permanent Representative, UK pp 108-122 Delegation to NATO and WEU, Brussels, 1995–97 Ambassador to Yugoslavia, 1997–99 pp 123-149 Director and Special Rep. for SE Europe, FCO, 1999–2000 pp 149-159 On secondment to BP Amoco, 2000–01 p 160 Ambassador (formerly High Commissioner) to Zimbabwe, 2001–04 pp 161-177 Special Adviser to Foreign Secretary, 2005–06 pp 177-180 1 BRITISH DIPLOMATIC ORAL HISTORY PROGRAMME RECOLLECTIONS OF SIR BRIAN DONNELLY KBE CMG RECORDED AND TRANSCRIBED BY CLARE MORTON COPYRIGHT: SIR BRIAN DONNELLY CM: It is the 17th of February 2017 and this is Clare Morton in conversation with Sir Brian Donnelly, recording his recollections of his diplomatic career. CM: Sir Brian, thank you very much for your wonderful and very detailed career summary. Your notes indicate that you’d had several ideas about what you might pursue as a career, what led you to finally decide to join the Diplomatic Service? BD: Well, it was a very circuitous route. I was born and grew up in Workington which is a small industrial town on the west coast of Cumbria. My background was thoroughly working class. It was a terraced house, my father was a steel worker, my mother was a hairdresser. There was no tradition of university education in the family, let alone thought of the Diplomatic Service. I’m not sure that anyone would’ve known what the Diplomatic Service was, in my family. The year I went to Workington Grammar School, in the school magazine of that year there was an article by a man called James Smith Rooke, which I dimly remember and it was all about his life in the Consular Service, which was then a separate service from the Diplomatic Service, but he’d eventually moved into the Diplomatic Service and I think he had a quite reasonable career as a Commercial and Trade Officer. And I must have read that because it’s well-thumbed but I can’t pretend that it was a sort of thing that motivated me to think I must join the Diplomatic Service. It may have had a subliminal effect but it wasn’t until I went back and started looking through the magazines that I realised that I must have read this when I was aged 11. Workington Grammar School was typical of many small grammar schools of the time and certainly, in Cumbria, was a very good school. I was fortunate because it was by going through Workington Grammar that I managed to get a scholarship to The Queen’s College, Oxford, and I think clearly that was very useful much later on when I eventually did think about applying for the Diplomatic Service. Having said that, when I was at Oxford, again, I didn’t think about the Foreign Office, I wanted to be a journalist. Even when I was in Workington I had had a part-time job as what was called a copy-runner for the local 2 Workington paper. This meant going to rugby matches and carrying the typed reports of the game back up to the printing offices in the course of the match and the quicker I could do that, the more of the match that I actually saw. And so I did this and then on one Saturday when I turned up, the reporter didn’t arrive so I wrote the report myself. I didn’t type it but I wrote it in longhand, I think, and took it to the newspaper, and to my amazement they printed it. So that whet my appetite for the whole business of sports journalism and, indeed, they offered me an apprenticeship when I was leaving school, and I think when I chose to go to Oxford instead, the headline on the story was something like “local boy turns down job offer to go to Oxford”, which I thought was a nice sense of proportion! Anyway, when I got to Oxford I joined the university newspaper, initially as a sports reporter, and eventually became sports editor, and then edited the newspaper itself in my second year. This simply convinced me that the whole glamour of journalism seemed to be attractive and I rather liked it. I became, for a time, the university’s correspondent on football (soccer) for the London Times which paid me an enormous fee like £3 a time which was a lot of money in those days. As a result of meeting a former editor of Cherwell, which was the university newspaper, I worked on this rather trendy London magazine called Town Magazine. It was produced by this former editor, Clive Labovitch, and his partner, in a business sense, Michael Heseltine, who was just about to embark on his political career. The magazine had aspirations to be rather like Playboy in the sense that it published new fiction with restaurant reviews, book reviews, cartoons but also liked to publish pictures of beautiful women in varying states of clothing. In those days because of the law in Britain, I don’t think a British magazine could publish quite as revealing pictures as Playboy did, and I can remember hours were spent going over pictures with a magnifying glass to try and make sure that the photographs of the ladies didn’t reveal anything that the Lord Chancellor might take exception to. Well, I have to say that Michael Heseltine didn’t actually play much part in this magazine. He ran the other part of the business, which was producing what, we thought, were very dull, boring catalogue books, about things like agricultural machinery. They also produced the guide for employment for would-be university graduates. So Michael did the boring stuff, but it was stuff that made money and Clive ran the magazine which I suppose had the ethos of London in the 60s but probably didn’t make any money. Anyway, it was completely eye-opening to me to see that side of London society for the first time. CM: Coming from Workington! 3 BD: Coming from Workington, yes, and they must have thought I was a very strange creature, as well. I also worked briefly on the Sunday Express during this period, on their Saturday desk. Basically, the Sunday Express was largely made up before Saturday and all you did on Saturday was produce the final news stories for the front page and page 3, and they brought in extra reporters to do that. I suppose I then began to have some doubts about my abilities as a reporter because I was sent out to do a job with a very hard-bitten press photographer and we were meant to interview an American dancer who’d come over, and the rumour was (she was a modern dancer) that on stage she was occasionally known to remove her clothes. Again, we’re talking about the ’60s when this was still something regarded as rather remarkable. So, off we went to interview her and the photographer kept nudging me and saying “get her to take her clothes off”, and I was totally out of my depth at this. The woman was explaining all the intricacies of modern dance in a very theoretical way which I knew nothing at all about and I failed completely in the mission of getting her to take anything off. As a result, the photographs were not deemed worthy of use and I think my reputation as a news reporter took a major dive. But still, it was working on Fleet Street and that was in those days when Fleet Street was the centre of the world as far as newspapers were concerned. It was really a great experience. As far as my academic work at Oxford is concerned, my course was PPE (politics, philosophy & economics). I soon realized that philosophy was not for me; that economics lived up to its reputation as “the dismal science” and that only the politics really interested me. I did specialise in international politics, but as I have said never with any thought of that leading to the Foreign Office. When it came to leaving Oxford, the jobs I applied for were basically in newspapers with a sort of back-up on advertising, in case I didn’t get into a newspaper. I was successful in getting an offer of a traineeship with the Thompson Group, which then ran the Times, and with J Walter Thompson who were then the biggest advertising agency. But, I suppose with the arrogance of youth, I decided instead that, before I started work, I would go off to the United States for a while and I applied for various American universities to study journalism. You couldn’t do that in Britain in the 1960s.