Jack Straw's evidence to Iraq inquiry challenged by former legal adviserTHRILLER
Sir Michael Wood says former foreign secretary rejected his advice out of hand
Helen Pidd, Hélène Mulholland and agencies
guardian.co.uk Tuesday 26 January 2010 15.06 GMT
Wood shuffled his papers nervously on the desk, looking behind his shoulder at the other witnesses waiting their turn. Scanning their dark faces he saw him there. Straw's eye twitched imperceptibly. A terse warning. Wood adjusted his tie and stared right ahead. He'd come to give his evidence and there was no going back.
ROMANCE
Sir Wood's hands slid down the small of my back as I readied his papers for the hearing. Sir Wood!, I whispered breathlessly, as I moved, reluctantly, out of his reach. The previous days had been a living nightmare. Spending day and night with him, watching his strong determination, feeling his seething power. But he has a wife. He has a wife, I repeat to myself. You have a wife, I say quietly, almost to myself, as he takes me in his arms and kisses me sternly.
CRIME NOVEL (from Sir Wood's point of view)
It's been a long time since I've seen so much greed and corruption, I think to myself as I make the third cup of strong tea of the morning. Not since Thatcher's days, anyway. But it's no use thinking about all this now. I put on my old suit and stuff my papers in the briefcase I keep by the desk for such occasions. I check in the mirror and see an old leathery lawyer looking back at me. An old lawyer about to lose some friends, huh? I set off into the dirty morning fog and notice the black car in the corner starting its engine behind me. Good old boys, they just won't give up.
CHILDREN'S BOOK
Once upon a time there lived a man made of wood and a man made of straw. Wood lived up on the high Mountain of Truth, which was unfortunately always covered in clouds. Straw lived in the Palace of Deception, which looked like a fortress if you looked at it from very far, but really it was made of nothing but bits of toilet paper.
SCIENCE FICTION
If this was 2010 we would all have to sit in a stuffy room while the dusty old men of government - it was mostly men at that time - gave their evidence in an unbearable monotone drone. Luckily we now have Exotron® and we can all livelink directy into our favourite ongoing enquiry from wherever we've chosen to extemporise ourselves. The drone, unfortunately, continues to be monotone, but we can now audiogoogle words as they're spoken. It is thus that, pseudo-sitting at a beach in Costa Rica, I have found out that 'wood' and 'straw' where materials once used to build houses. Now, however, all they're building is a pile of lies, high as the highest of stratoscrapers...
LITERARY NOVEL
As Sir Michael Wood recited his evidence, a feeling of despair descended on the assembled crowd. So the government had ignored the legality arguments. This unsurprising, inevitable piece of news fell on the room with an echoless thud. Helen sunk into her seat in the journalist section of the chamber. She felt the crowd realise what she had known all along. Legality was not the issue. The issue was our very core as human beings. Our meaning. Our whole life.