
From left: Nigel Jones, Max Wilkinson, Martin Horwood
Nigel Jones gave so much to Cheltenham. To me and many others, he was a friend and a mentor. As generous with his kindness as with his wisdom, he was a liberal to his core.
I did not know him as Nigel the MP, who achieved so much for his hometown. I became his friend after he left the Commons. But his legacy lives long in Cheltenham and it’s hard to knock more than a handful of doors without somebody mentioning his name. After winning the seat in 1992, he lobbied successfully to keep GCHQ in Cheltenham and supported the trade unionists who worked there, alongside very many other local activities. In parliament he was chair of the parliamentary beer group and was a true internationalist, serving in several party spokesperson’s roles. Others will, I’m sure, pay much more expansive tributes to Nigel’s work as an MP than I can. What I can do is tell the story of how he helped me. It’s a story I know others in Cheltenham will recognise, such was the breadth of his generosity.
My friendship with Nigel started almost as soon as I joined the party. He helped me so much in my earliest moments as a liberal activist. For that I will be forever grateful.
Nigel was there to help when I was producing and delivering my first Focus leaflet. After being introduced to the local office by Martin Horwood, Nigel’s successor as our MP, I received some important advice: “Nigel lives in Park ward. He might deliver a round for you.” That advice came from Andy Williams, our longstanding organiser well-known to many Lib Dem campaigners. Andy had worked with his friend Nigel for many years. Later that day, I phoned the number I was given by Andy to see if Lord Jones, our former MP and a busy working peer, was indeed interested in helping my longshot council election campaign in what was then the strongest Conservative part of town. Soon after, I was in Nigel’s lounge, learning about how he had won the very same ward himself in 1989. “It was by four votes and only because we called on a family of four at 9.50pm to get them to the polling station,” he advised. “Remember that when it comes to election day”. Nigel took three batches of leaflets and assured me he’d make time to deliver – an offer he repeated every time I asked. What I didn’t know until long afterwards was that he was also helping out an old friend by delivering in an adjoining ward – typical of his self-effacing way of helping the liberal cause.