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Second, a crawling, craven appeasement of Beaverbrook to stave off the vicious editorials.

Next update will see Halifax swallow his pride, and a measure of distaste, and invite Beaverbrook to Downing Street.

I don't see why its so hard for Halifax, after all he's used to being a craven cowardly appeaser. Equally after the Milan surrender he should be used to distasteful and unpleasant acts. As for pride, he surely can't have much left so swallowing it is hardly a tough job.

Still the other two meetings should be a laugh and I'm keenly looking forward to them. :)
 
i just realised i haven't posted here in a while. just wanted to let you know i'm still very much enjoying this.
 
Now, the story at the link is part of a dystopian Alternate History, but I think some of the Gentlemen here might apprechiate it.



Klick me!
 
"What he had seen of the war was enough though to confirm what he had learned at school, fighting was futile, pointless, a hideous waste of life and treasure. Nobody had gained anything out of World War One, the winners had been only marginally less destroyed than the losers. Except the Americans of course..."
Klick me!

How true... a good reason to explain Halifax attitude...
 
Now, the story at the link is part of a dystopian Alternate History, but I think some of the Gentlemen here might apprechiate it.



Klick me!

that rob fox guy takes it a bit too seriously: 'look, i'm pointing out tiny little details that are wrong even though they are obviously there for effect'. although on second look everyone on that forum (ie the three that replied) seem to be taking it rather more seriously and critically than most people on these forums. thank god.
 
that rob fox guy takes it a bit too seriously: 'look, i'm pointing out tiny little details that are wrong even though they are obviously there for effect'. although on second look everyone on that forum (ie the three that replied) seem to be taking it rather more seriously and critically than most people on these forums. thank god.

I for my part like that particular AH too much either, for three main reasons: a) Even I cant see Halifax and Butler leading a coup, b) the war ends with the total Nuclear destruction of Germany, i.e. we are literally burned off the face of the earth, and the TL itself ends with the annihilation of most of the world via Bioweapons.

Therefore, as an old Trekkie and a person with a generally positive outlook on live I want humanity and civilization to survive.
 
The papers portrayed the whole affair as a tragic affair, and at once Halifax realised that he faced three daunting interviews. One, sadly, with Chamberlain, giving the “hands-off” warning that was long overdue. Second, a crawling, craven appeasement of Beaverbrook to stave off the vicious editorials. And third, and Halifax’s stomach took another lurch of fear, a pleasant, charming, dinner with Winston Churchill.

What Halifax needs is a big old horse medicine needle.
 
Chapter 47, Downing Street, 14 June 1940

Following a stormy meeting with Chamberlain, Halifax drew heavily on his reserves of energy for the second meeting of the day. As a flashy (and, Halifax thought, vulgar) car swept into Downing Street Halifax watched as Max Aitken, 1st Baron Beaverbrook, newspaper magnate and occasional politician climbed out and approached. This is a wily fox. This hunt will not be straightforward, Halifax considered. Sure enough as Beaverbrook entered the Prime Minister noted the way in which he seemed to be scanning the building. Not unlike, Halifax thought, an auctioneer taking notice of the stock. But be pleasant, Edward. He may not have been born into the establishment but he is a wily fox indeed!

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“My dear Max, I am delighted that you could visit.”

“Your note was very, er, persuasive Edward.” Halifax suppressed a flash of annoyance. So we are ‘Max and Edward’ are we?

“I thought perhaps that we could take tea?”

Over a pot of tea Halifax tried to tread lightly. Beaverbrook, sensing evasion, played the dolt. Curse this man, I must charge every fence, every gate, to catch this quarry.

“Max, I am keen to know how your ‘interests’ will view the recent developments. Your papers are read by a great deal of the country, and indeed the world.”

“Well, Prime Minister, I see it like this. You want my newspapers to glorify your peace treaty.” Halifax squirmed. Beaverbrook continued. “But I’m not so sure that the public will agree with them.”

Halifax felt the anger now. “You are a powerful man, Max, but I will not be twifled with. I will not be played with. I propose to deal with this as gentlemen.” Beaverbrook sat back in his chair and smiled maliciously. Halifax, helpless, had to go on.

“I therefore wish to reward your loyalty at this time.”

“And what did you have in mind?”

“An ambassadorship, a ministry possibly. Why, we even have Governor Generalships available for worthy chaps such as yourself.”

Beaverbrook, still smiling, looked at his fingernails with a feigned interest. Name your price, Sir! Set out your terms, Halifax prayed.

“Canada. I’d like Canada.”

Halifax pursed his lips and in his mind prepared a letter for Mackenzie King. That suited Halifax, and Beaverbrook knew it. Following the sudden death of Lord Tweedsmuir elements of the Canadian press had been calling for “one our own to be Governor-General”. Mackenie King had suggested the Earl of Athlone; some had even mentioned the Duke of Windsor as a candidate! Beaverbrook, whilst unsavoury, would suit very well. Halifax faked reluctance. The King, Halifax knew, would be boiling with rage. But Halifax had prepared his King well, supporting and befriending him. He would be encouraged to agree.

“If that is what it takes then I will accept. I shall inform His Majesty this afternoon. You may announce it in your newspapers tomorrow.” Halifax rose to indicate that the meeting was concluded. “I’m glad we could come to an arrangement.”

Beaverbrook strode into the sunshine and was already dreaming up tomorrow’s headlines.

[Game Effect] – Beaverbrook first enters the story. I admit I’m ambivalent to “The First Baron of Fleet Street”. Attlee wasn’t a fan though Churchill applauded his efforts in aircraft production. Canada seemed to remain important to him so, as Halifax was giving out jobs to anyone who’d support Milan just as the Governor Generalship is vacant, I have speculated on a deal between the two. Halifax loathed Beaverbrook’s ‘type’ (businessman, pushy, new money) and would have been reluctant to hand him a ministry unless it was absolutely essential. Fortunately for him, Fleet Street has been bought for far less…

Enewald: Neville isn't quite finished.

Arilou: There is something quite Byzantine about Halifax. Or perhaps Stuart?

Trekaddict: I'm still pondering the Churchill update.

BritishImperial: Many thanks, Sir!

Trekaddict: A rival! How dare they!

Kurt_Steiner: Not really. Consider that some of the toughtest voices within Parliament, particularly Churchill, Eden, Attlee had considerable military experience whilst Halifax, Butler and of course Chamberlain did not. Serving in WW1 did not automatically make you terrified of repeating it. On the contrary, it would seem.

BritishImperial: Agreed. Thank God for this forum!

Trekaddict: It is indeed a chilling timeline.

Nathan Madien: :rofl:
 
Le Jones said:
Sure enough as Beaverbrook entered the Prime Minister
...the first erotic aar?

who was given the job in real life? and i'd jsut like the say, the prime minister is a disgrace to his country. treats it like his own private business.
 
You can be ambivalent about Beaverbrook, just so long as you acknowledge his work at Aircraft Production during the Battle of Britain, vital work at a vital time. Not only the number of aircraft produced but all the morale raising PR stunts, 'Buying' a Spitfire for your town for instance.

Anyway something of a coup for Halifax, the press brought off on the cheap and one of his biggest (non-political) threats out of the country. Damn and blast the man but I fear that may have brought him at least a few more months. :(
 
Kurt_Steiner: Not really. Consider that some of the toughtest voices within Parliament, particularly Churchill, Eden, Attlee had considerable military experience whilst Halifax, Butler and of course Chamberlain did not. Serving in WW1 did not automatically make you terrified of repeating it. On the contrary, it would seem.

Indeed. Now I think, IIRC Halifax was reduced to a desk job during the war with a horse unit.
 
This story is piling difficulty on top of difficulty on poor Halifax, who is being portrayed in a normal-man fashion in terms of his failings and trials. The surprise is that he's muddling through. I continue to like the portrayal of the fellah, and of Churchill. Chamberlain's fall from grace is borrowed from real life well, at least from popularized conceptions. I am glad to be able to read this AAR again. :)
 
Chapter 48, Buckingham Palace, 15 June 1940

“And one another thing, if I may be so bold”, Sir Alan Lascelles, the King’s Assistant Private Secretary, muttered to Halifax as the two trotted up the Palace stairs, “he’s rather upset about Beaverbrook”.

“My briefing?” Halifax looked anxious.

“His Majesty has read the briefing, as well as this morning’s headlines,” Lascelles remarked tartly.

They had arrived at the library. Lascelles knocked and the two marched in, side by side.

“Viscount Halifax to see you, Your Majesty.” Lascelles bowed (rather rigidly Halifax thought) and, still bowing, retreated out of the room. Halifax noted that the King seemed engrossed in the large, leather-bound book that he was holding.

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“Ah, Edward.” The King’s voice was without warmth.

“Your Majesty, allow me to explain.”

“Are you familiar with the Earl of Strafford?”

“Sir?”

“K-King Charles, and all that. He was forced, by his own Parliament, to execute Strafford.”

“Ah, yes, I am aware of the tale Sir.”

“I often wondered, Edward, how I would behave in such a situation, being dictated to over key positions. I am pleased to note that I have kept my temper.”

“I’m not sure I follow, Sir.”

“Beaverbrook, Edward. B-bloody Beaverbrook!”

“It was a political necessity, Sir. Without a conciliatory gesture from us his newspapers could have damaged our position.”

“But Canada, Edward, Canada! What will they say?”

If only you knew, thought Halifax. The Canadians, whilst pleased in part to have someone of Canadian descent as Governor-General, were also dismayed that it had to be Beaverbrook. Mackenzie King, their Prime Minister, had been extremely unhappy about the decision, coming as it did after a peace treaty that was also being viewed suspiciously by the Dominion. For Halifax, it was simple: Beaverbrook had to be placated in order to secure public support for Milan. The King however, was clearly not convinced.

“Sir, Beaverbrook will prove, I am confident, an outstanding Governor-General. After all, he is Canadian.”

“The only thing from which I draw comfort, Edward,” the King snapped, “is that I cannot be accused of nepotism. They cannot attack the Crown for appointing one of our family.”

“Indeed,” Halifax readily agreed, eager to move the conversation on. “Sir Alan said that Your Majesty wishes to discuss something else?”

“W-what? Oh, yes, Edward. Her Majesty the Queen would like to know when Their Royal Highnesses may be returned to their home.”

Halifax nodded. He and Attlee had discussed this on the journey home from Milan. “Sir, we so no reason why Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret Rose cannot be escorted home immediately.”

The King beamed. “Oh, she’ll be delighted! Are you flying them home?”

“No, I pwopose to bring them back on ‘their warship’.”

“Edward?”

“HMS Royal Sovereign, Sir. She will escort them home with full ceremony.”

“Full ceremony?”

“Wather. I would like the nation to see the return home of the future of our Royal Family.”

“Good. Now, what about Neville?”

“He wesponded badly to my comments. He seems to view himself as a Prime Minister in waiting, and from what my sourced in the Commons tell me still commands loyalty amongst some of our MPs. I’d be grateful if we look at some small token of the nation’s thanks for his role in pweventing the recent attack on London.”

“An honour of some sort?”

“Perhaps, Sir. I will, with your permission, discuss it with Sir Alan and offer a list of options to Your Majesty.”

[Game Effect] – The King is understandably grumpy about the Beaverbrook saga, and Halifax has erred in not visiting the Palace prior to giving out the Canada Governor Generalship. For the King not to be at least consulted is a bit of a gamble for the Prime Minister, who has carefully built up his rapport with the King (to the point where Halifax had his own key to the Palace Gardens) and who, in most things, will be a natural ally. Perhaps Halifax, knowing this closeness, has calculated that the King will, in time, see this as a ‘blip’ on an otherwise close friendship.

The assignment of Beaverbrook shows something that I find more sinister, a lack of courtesy towards the Dominion Prime Ministers. Canada was wary of Milan and, coupled with the foisting of Beaverbrook upon them they could be forgiven for thinking that Halifax is careless towards them. This is of course untrue, as Halifax is committed to the British Empire. But it again shows his lack of a central belief, and a willingness to do anything to achieve an aim.

Chamberlain may also be about to get a gong of some sort. I appweciate (sorry, couldn’t resist!) that people may find this a wee bit unpalatable, but there is a swathe of precedent (most PMs are offered a peerage – Eden became Lord Avon for Christ’s sake) and the award of honours is a huge power available to the PM and Sovereign. Will Chamberlain accept? Given his ego and sense of wounded pride I’m not sure, though I suspect the King would lean upon him to become “Sir Neville” at least.

BritishImperial: For want of a comma, my stomach was lost. Oh well, at least this AAR goes down in the annals (note that is annals, not anals!) of Forum history for something.

In the reality the job went to the Earl of Athlone (or Prince Alexander of Teck as he was born), the younger brother of Queen Mary. The Canadian papers indeed called for a Canadian to be Governor General, but given Canada’s involvement in the war it instead became a more traditional appointment, in that it went to a lesser royal. Athlone seems to have been well regarded during his tenure.

El Pip: Indeed, as I mentioned in the ‘Game Effect’ bit his work in mobilising support for the production of aircraft was important. Of course in this AAR (at the moment) he’s off to Canada and the Air Ministry will have to think of an alternative way of getting support for the build-up.

Kurt_Steiner: You are correct: his exposure to the front line was minimal compared to others in Parliament at that time.

Enewald: There is a fine line between ‘selling’ government positions for cash and ‘rewarding’ those who have supported the nation or government (the terms were often, sadly, interchangeably used). Halifax, whilst seeing nothing wrong with offering rewards to those useful to him (a process that continues to this day), would actually be horrified at the notion of someone “buying” their way into power. To an aristocrat of Halifax’s tastes that would be unthinkable, as well as ‘ungentlemanly’. But I get your point, it is a peculiar line to draw, hence the ongoing saga of honours and peerages in the modern British political system.

Phargle: As ever, very many thanks.
 
You damned tease, mentioning Earl Stratford just to get my hopes up then dashing them as Halifax weasels out yet again. If only the man had applied his animal cunning and weaselling skills to winning the war...

Hell if he'd been as dastardly at the negotiating table as as he is domestically the peace treaty would force Germany and Italy to give more territory to Britain!
 
You damned tease, mentioning Earl Stratford just to get my hopes up then dashing them as Halifax weasels out yet again. If only the man had applied his animal cunning and weaselling skills to winning the war...

Utterly seconded! :mad:


Anyway, methinks that sooner or later Halifay will go, simply because Parliament will block everything he proposes. ( At least that's what would happen in modern day Germany )
 
For a second I thought, too, that Halifax was going to pay a brief visit to the Tower.

BTW, I must complain. South Africa, Australia and New Zeland haven't received a General Governor like Beaverbrook. Are they enough furious not to need that? May we end with the Dominions sending the Empire to hell?
 
Conversations with the crown are always coolness. Halifax got served, and I detected the faintest hint of a threat in the king's comments. Accounts of executions in his opening salvos? Your hinting about the imperial troubles vis a vis Canada also suggests an odd direction in which this AAR may go, especially if Halifax innocently blunders again and drives the Canadians further away. I also wonder if your comment about the princess returning home via a warship presages the sinking of said ship, which would have dire consequences for Halifax, the empire, and presumably the princesses. As always, top notch; a lot of wonder packed into an economical space.
 
You know, for all the hate I suspect Hallie isn't going anywhere. He'll cling to power like a barnacle clings to a ship.

EDIT: And he'll succeed not so much based on his own abilities as that I suspect his enemies' schemes will keep crashing into each other...
 
How vewy vewy intewesting! :D Halifax does indeed show himself to be quite a wily little bugger, obviously more at home in the world of petty politics than in all that ghastly war business. Arranging a peerage is a magnificent way of getting rid of a parliamentary pain in the arse, as it disqualifies one from being a sitting MP (IIRC), and it would thus cut off Neville from his Parliamentary allies, at least somewhat. Now he just has to cart off Winnie Pooh to some meaningless sinecure in the back arse of nowhere, and he's set. :rofl:

The Stafford thing ought to give a smart man some ideas. Stirring up a little paranoia about nefarious plots by Papists... khm, Communists and assorted rabble-rousers, can do wonders for an otherwise unpopular government. In times of crisis, most people will back any authority, even one as patently widiculous as Halifax. :p