Day the ‘half demented’ King flung books at the Prime Minister
Just one of the jaw-dropping diary entries of ‘Chips’ Channon, who had a ringside seat for the abdication crisis and so many other historic moments. But his most astonishing revelations remained censored... until now
When they were first published in 1967, the diaries of MP Sir henry ‘Chips’ Channon enthralled and appalled the nation in equal measure. Malicious and delicious, the diaries skewered some of the grandest names in society and politics.
What no one realised was that the diaries had been heavily censored. now, they are being published for the first time in their full, outrageous glory.
American-born Chips, as he was known, settled in Britain after graduating from Oxford and became a social climber on a grand scale, becoming friendly with the future edward VIII — the then Prince of Wales — in 1920. he went on to become a close friend of edward’s brother, the Duke of Kent, and mixed with the grandest families in the land (and indeed married into one of them when he wed Lady honor Guinness in 1933).
he was bisexual but at one time thought he was in love with elizabeth Bowes-Lyon as she then was (later the Queen Mother) and was shocked when her engagement to edward’s other brother, Albert (who went on to become George VI), was announced.
In today’s first extract he gives us a ringside seat as the drama of the Abdication unfolded. he was a friend of both edward and Mrs Simpson and believed that the whole tragedy, as he saw it, could have been avoided — and that Wallis would have made an excellent Queen.
Tuesday, July 7, 1936
The Simpson scandal is growing, and poor Wallis looks unhappy. The world is closing in around her, the flatterers, the sycophants and the malice. no wonder she sometimes steals to hove for three or four days under an assumed name and just sleeps and listens to the sea. I long sometimes to do the same.
It is a curious social juxtaposition that casts me in the role of Defender of the King. But I do, and very strongly in society, not for loyalty to him, so much as for admiration and affection for Wallis, and indignation against those who attack her like that wild virago Lady Astor [Britain’s first woman MP], who is now really unbalanced mentally.
She is a menace to the house of Commons (although often funny) and a trial to public life. her vulgarity, priggishness and narrow outlook are sickening.
Monday, November 16
AFTER dinner I sat on a sofa with Princess Olga [of Greece and Denmark, married to Prince Paul of Yugoslavia], Prince Paul and Mrs Simpson, who looked lovely tonight, like a Vermeer in a Dutch way. We got on to jewels and tiaras: Princess Olga said that hers gave her a headache etc, etc. Wallis Simpson laughingly added: ‘Well, a tiara is one of the things I shall never have anyway.’
There was an embarrassed pause for a single second... the future Queen empress without a crown? Diana [Cooper, wife of Secretary of State for War Duff Cooper] is convinced that Wallis and the King will marry in secret immediately after the Coronation. I half hope so; half believe it to be fated.
Dinner was interminable. home at 6am.
Saturday, November 28
The battle for the throne has begun. On Wednesday evening (I know all that follows to be true; not six people in the Kingdom are so informed), Mr Baldwin [Prime Minister] spent 1hr 40minutes at Buckingham Palace with the King and gave him information that the govt would resign, and that the Press could no longer be restrained from attacking the King, if he did not abandon all idea of marrying Mrs Simpson.
Mr Baldwin hoped and thought to frighten the monarch; but he is obstinate, in love and rather more than a little mad, and he refused point-blank.
Monday, November 30
There is no hope for the King, none!
The Yorks [Prince Albert — Bertie, who married elizabeth Bowes-Lyon] will probably succeed and we shall have a dowdy dull reign. [My wife] honor and I will be out of the royal racket having backed the wrong horse — but I don’t much mind. So dull a court offers few temptations or regrets ...
Wednesday, December 2
THIS afternoon I saw Baldwin frowning and puffing at his pipe in the Smoking room.
Only a little later, he was hectoring the King for 1 hr 50 minutes. The King, who is half-demented, and in a corner, lost all control and threw books and anything he could lay his hands on at the Prime Minister.
Thursday, December 3
The country and the empire, one quarter of the population of the globe, now know that their monarch, their young King-emperor, their adored Apollo, is in love and has been for some time with an American twice-divorced, whom they believe to be an adventuress.
There is talk of abdication; of the King sticking to his guns, marrying her and getting away with it; of morganatic compromise [meaning that Wallis would not be given a royal title]. The Queen [edward’s mother, Mary, widow of the late George V] — the Duke of Kent [edward’s younger brother George] knows this for a fact it seems — twice warned Mr Baldwin, once in february and again in July, that she feared for the future, and hinted that the King was bewitched and wanted marriage.
The D of Kent went on, quoting his late father that ‘David [as the royal family all called edward] will let the whole show down, you’ll see’ — and he has. he, the Duke, is wildly indiscreet and I call him the BBC.
She [edward’s mother] it seems, favours abdication. The royal family are behaving as royal families always do in history, they are aghast, leaderless and ineffectual.
The King ignores them and he is driving straight to the precipice from which there is no retreat; if he defies the government and persists with this marriage plan the Cabinet will resign, and there is no alternative government, as the Socialists have refused office under the present circumstances.
There is only Winston Churchill [then a senior Conservative MP, whose hardline attitude to Germany meant he fell out with Baldwin] and his handful of adventurers, and he in power means War with Germany. But his numbers are growing.
Friday, December 4
MR BALDWIN in stentorian voice, unsmiling, ungracious, I thought, announced flatly that there was no middle course, that morganatic marriage was not to be considered, that none of the Dominions would agree, and even if they did, the present government was not prepared to introduce such legislation.
he was greeted with cheers, but they were more for the man who has been through an appalling few days than for the pronouncement, which slams the door to any possible compromise.
Those grim, duty-bound, unimaginative men whose names must stink in history, how dare they condemn their young and valiant sovereign to such a choice, the woman or the throne. London is now properly divided and the King’s faction grows; people
process the streets singing ‘God Save the King’, they assemble outside Buckingham Palace, they paraded all night.
After the first shock the country is now reacting and demanding that their King be left in peace.
Saturday, December 5
He is 43 [edward was actually 42] and friendless but that is because he has always been selfish and pigheaded, yet he must be saved from himself and for us.
The King, like the poor Tsar and Louis XVI, will listen to no advice and is running straight to his doom.
And how bored and lonely he will be when he is married to Wallis and living in Belgium or Holland or Cannes, with the empire closed to him.
The Duke of York [edward’s brother Bertie who became George VI] is miserable, and does not want the throne and is imploring his brother to stay on.
Tuesday, December 8
DINNER dragged on, and at the end of it Victor Cazalet [Conservative MP] and I hurried to the H of C to vote. Victor brings his black tie and short coat with him and changes in the vestibule, as he will never be seen in a white tie in the House.
He is, I fear, hopelessly middle class, and so is the H of C, and hence their antagonism to Mrs Simpson, the doubledivorced foreigner.
My fingers itch to choke Lady Astor and one day I shall tell her a few home truths...
Bed at three, nervously racked.
The country thinks that we shall hear the decision tomorrow, but I know better: on Thursday the 10th his abdication will be announced to a horrified world.
Wednesday, December 9
THE D of Kent, who had only just returned after two days at the Fort [Fort Belvedere, a country house in Windsor Great Park and home to edward VIII], said that there was nothing to be done. The King’s mind was made up, and no one on this earth could stop him.
The Duke of Kent said that he was in good spirits, even cheerful, and this corroborates an account given by Tom Dugdale, [MP for richmond and Baldwin’s Parliamentary Private Secretary] here in this house, that dinner last night at the Fort was almost a festive occasion.
It was the only dinner table probably in the empire where ‘Topic A’ was not under discussion. Present were the King, his brothers of York and Kent, Monckton [Walter Monckton, edward’s solicitor] and Peacock [edward Peacock, a director of the Bank of england who also managed the finances the Duchy of Cornwall], Mr Baldwin and Tom Dugdale himself.
Thursday, December 10
THE dreadful day has dawned coldly, and my limbs are numb and chilled.
The House was very full, for there has not been an abdication since 1399, 537 years ago. I thought everyone subdued, but surprisingly unmoved.
Baldwin was greeted with cheers and sat down on the front bench gravely. At last he went to the Bar, bowed twice, ‘A message from the King,’ and he presented a paper to the Speaker, who proceeded to
read it out. At the words ‘renounce the throne’ his voice broke and there were stifled sobs in the House.
The Chamber has witnessed yet again a famous scene that will always live in history.
Winston C sat doubled up throughout the speech. As I walked to my locker to fetch this diary, Lady Astor sang out to me, ‘People who have been licking Mrs Simpson’s boots ought to be shot.’ I was too tired to retort and pretended I did not hear.
Saturday, December 12
WE WOkE this morning in the new reign, the third in 1936, the Year of the Three kings. The exking left Portsmouth at 1.45 this morning, after his broadcast speech [and] heartbreaking farewell to his distracted family. Secretly he boarded a destroyer and left the country where he was so much loved, and where he has ruled for ten months. I have been in tears all day, the emotions are so racked.
Monday, December 21
PERRY [Brownlow, Edward’s former Lord in Waiting] thinks he [the Duke of Windsor] is more than half mad. He has not yet the vaguest realisation of what he has surrendered.
Only once apparently has he panicked and that was when he heard that the Home Office wishes to remove the detectives from the Villa Lou Viei [house in Cannes where Wallis was staying] where they are guarding Wallis. Then he realised for the first time that he is no longer in a position to command.
[Walter] Monckton’s description of the last family farewell is poignant. It took place at Royal Lodge Windsor, and there the ex-king said ‘goodbye’ to his family.
At last he left, and bowing over his brother’s hand, the brother whom he had made king, he said ‘God bless you, sir. I hope you will be happier than your predecessor,’ and he disappeared into the night... leaving the royal family speechless and distraught.
Friday, December 25, 1936, Elveden
A DAY of cards, we must have had nearly 300 from all over the earth, but none from either poor Wallis Simpson nor the Duke of Windsor.
PRIVATE NOTES 5, Belgrave Square London, S.W.1. January 21st, 1937.
I AM now convinced that Edward VIII from the very beginning was determined to abdicate and, indeed, never wished to reign at all. He had, as he told his intimates, worked over-strenuously for twenty-six years for the Empire and he was nearly worn out.
Also, as he told his family and others, he knew that he was a wonderful Prince of Wales — the country may perhaps never know one like him again — but, on the other hand, he fully realised that he would be a bad king in that he was convivial, unconventional, modern and impetuous and he could not stand the strain of his loneliness.
Throughout the whole ten months of his reign he was probably seeking an opportunity to abdicate.
However, I believe that he was determined in his mind to marry — at whatever cost — Mrs Simpson, who is the only human being that he has ever trusted and completely loved.
The whole affair could not have been more bungled. The king, had he wished to go through with it, had only one course to pursue — he had only to keep still and exercise a little more discretion until after the Coronation. Next August when Parliament had dispersed and Mr Baldwin had gone to Aix-lesBains, [French resort where Baldwin and his wife went for an annual holiday] the king could have quietly married her in the Chapel at Windsor.
He then would have informed his government what had happened and probably made a broadcast, as he confided in someone was his intention. There would have been nothing whatsoever to be done. The fait accompli would have had to have been accepted and we should have had Mrs Simpson as Queen Wallis.
I have put this question to several members of the Cabinet: ‘What would you have done?’ They have all replied: ‘Nothing.’ There would have been some resentment in the country, but it would have passed.
In this house on the evening of November 19, when they dined here, Duff Cooper said to Mrs Simpson in my hearing: ‘If only you would leave this matter for ten months we shall make you Queen.’ She refused to enter into any discussion.
In conclusion it is my conviction that the action taken by the Conservative Party in the Houses of Parliament in regard to the contemplated marriage between the king and Mrs Simpson was, or will be in the long run, a serious mistake.
Already the new king and Queen are going back to the habits of the last long reign and are identifying themselves with the traditions and mode of life of the territorial aristocracy which, for all its great qualities and traditions, is nevertheless out of date.
I do not think that the Socialists nor — say — the miners in South Wales will ever have the same great affection for the present monarchs, or would refer to George VI as ‘Our king’ as they did Edward VIII, during his short reign.
I sincerely hope that I am wrong and that the present king and Queen will eventually be as loved as George V. But the spirit of the world is changing and I much doubt whether they are strong enough.
They are [a] very earnest, honest, upright couple, imbued with the highest ideals of kindliness and sense of duty, but on the other hand, they are unimaginative and have no real flair or energy.
Until the crisis arose the king was loved by every section of the community and I repeat that I fear the present people will allow themselves to become puppets of a class whose importance is every day lessened.
Time alone will tell.
■ EXTRACTED from Henry ‘chips’ channon: The diaries 1918-38 (Volume 1) by chips channon, to be published on March 4 by Hutchinson at £35. © Georgia Fanshawe, Henry channon and Robin Howard as Trustees of the diaries and personal papers of Sir Henry channon 2021. Introduction and notes © Simon Heffer 2021. To order a copy for £30 go to www.mailshop.co.uk/books or call 020 3308 9193. delivery charges may apply. Free UK delivery on orders over £20. Promotional price valid until March 6, 2021.