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handled on that basis. The Civil Service union had secured recognition at the Palace in<br />

1946, but its influence was weak because of the resistance of the older staff.<br />

In return the staff were extremely well treated and there was a great sense of<br />

community fostered by the Buckingham Palace Social Club, which held weekly dances,<br />

whist drives and social gatherings. By the standards of austerity in Britain outside the<br />

Palace walls, life was good for the staff. John Gibson, a boy from the back streets of<br />

loyalist Belfast who joined as a kitchen porter in 1946 and later became a footman in<br />

the Edinburghs’ household, found the Palace surprisingly shabby and old-fashioned. The<br />

carpets in the corridors were worn and in the freezing winter of 1947 the only heating<br />

came from coal fires. John Dean described his room there as ‘extremely old-fashioned’,<br />

furnished only with a plain iron bedstead, a dressing-table and armchair, a washhand<br />

stand with jug and basin and a bathroom down the corridor. He was, however, looked<br />

after by an elderly chambermaid who called him ‘Sir’.<br />

Elizabeth now had her own household and access to Foreign Office telegrams, which<br />

arrived in boxes specially made for her. Her first Private Secretary was Jock Colville,<br />

who had served as Private Secretary first to Chamberlain and then to Churchill. In the<br />

spring of 1947 he was invited by Tommy Lascelles to become Elizabeth’s Private<br />

Secretary. There was no interviewing, no overt headhunting for jobs like these. Colville<br />

was a member of the magic circle of courtiers and aristocrats, known at court almost<br />

since his birth as the son of Lady Cynthia Colville and the grandson of the Marquess of<br />

Crewe. His training had been in the Foreign Office, traditionally regarded as a seed-bed<br />

for royal officials. Colville knew enough about court life not to want to become a<br />

permanent part of it; spurred on by Churchill, who pronounced ‘it is your duty to<br />

accept’, he joined on the basis of a two-year secondment, which meant that he could<br />

return to his diplomatic career. The Princess’s ladies-in-waiting included Lady Margaret<br />

‘Meg’ Egerton, whom Colville later married, recruited in the same apparently informal<br />

way after the shy Princess had stayed with her family in March 1946 for a race meeting.<br />

Prince Philip’s Private Secretary was quite definitely his own personal choice and as<br />

unlike the aristocratic courtier model as he could find, Commander Michael Parker, RN.<br />

After their return from honeymoon their joint household expanded, to be headed by<br />

General Sir Frederick Browning as Comptroller from January 1948. Always known as<br />

‘Boy’, Browning, married to the writer Daphne du Maurier, was a dashing war hero and<br />

a survivor of the disaster at Arnhem. He was exceptionally handsome (the society<br />

photographer, Baron, said that he was the best-looking man he had ever photographed)<br />

and wore his clothes with style. A member of his staff described him as ‘delightful,<br />

boyish, very short fuse, a great disciplinarian but very kind and greatly loved by the<br />

Household and particularly by the domestic staff’. ‘He was an outstanding man,’ another<br />

said, ‘a natural gentleman.’ He had been recommended to Philip by Mountbatten, whose<br />

Chief of Staff he had been on his South-East Asia Command. ‘Boy has drive, energy,<br />

enthusiasm, efficiency and invokes the highest sense of loyalty and affection in his<br />

subordinates,’ he wrote. ‘His judgement in all matters that he understands is absolutely<br />

sound, and he would sooner die than let his boss down… he is not a “yes man” or even a

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