Of the 5,000 clubbers who go through these doors in a weekend, many may dimly remember that it was the owner of this club, James Palumbo, who gave a car, a Rover, to Peter Mandelson MP, to help the cause. It is here, at the suitably messianic Ministry of Sound, that the Use Your Vote campaign is organised. Much of the music inside comes from Creation Records, the label which launched Oasis and whose founder, Alan McGee, gave Blair a cool pounds 10,000 to nurture Young Labour and pay for the Youth Rally in Blackpool. The same McGee presented Blair with the band's platinum disk, and gave the now legendary riposte to Virginia Bottomley when invited to a bash for executives of the music business: "I refuse to be used merely as photo fodder for the self-publicity of somebody whose party has no understanding of or compassion for the people of this country."
In an election campaign timidly built on the values of middle England and the Daily Mail, covert encouragement has been whispered to the cynical, alienated children of Thatcher; those born in the Seventies, who have only ever been aware of a Tory government, and who are about to vote for the first time; those disengaged from the world of party politics since 1989, when they fell off the electoral register rather than pay the Poll Tax. That drug-taking, hedonistic, supposedly apathetic generation is being fiercely wooed by a new style of politicking.
New but familiar. President Clinton pulled the same, wonderfully shrewd, stunt: speak to the younger generation, play the sax, intimate you might even once have enjoyed a toke. Now Blair and supporters are apeing him: the wannabe rock band, the pose astride a motorbike, the whole "yoof" thing. That, as Bill would say, is a "bridge".
Inside, the club is warm with steam and smoke and a lot of people, a lot of voters.In one campaign last autumn, the Labour Party even sent prospective parliamentary candidates into the strobes, to question, canvass and press the sweaty flesh. This combination of the carefree and the caring may not be Utopian, but it's full of Blair's millennarian ardour: Mark Rodol, managing director of the Ministry of Sound, calls the phenomenon "the biggest collaboration of young people since the Sixties".
"Tony Blair's speech brought tears to my eyes," whimpered Noel Gallagher, from the rock-hard Oasis, after Blair's conference speech last year. Damon Albarn, moody art-house singer with rivals Blur, chips in: "I want Labour to get in. I'd like to think that Britain in the 21st century will care about better health care and care about its education."
A group of people near us at the bar, celebrating another Chelsea win, remember the late Matthew Harding, impresario at Stamford Bridge, whose timely pounds 1m for a "New Britain" is helping the message get through. Blair has milked football for all it's worth. He has head-tennised with Kevin Keegan, kept goal with Alex Ferguson (front page of the in-house magazine, New Labour, New Britain, beaming good intentions: "Come On You Reds"). He even has much of the Toon Army as his electorate in Sedgefield, and tactfully offered condolences to fans on the day Keegan resigned.
The MORI poll of last September, showed 52 per cent support for Labour among the 25-34 age-group; the 18-24 group showed 59 per cent. Young Labour, the party's youth wing for under-28s, now boasts some 30,000 members; general party membership has doubled in the last two years.
Almost half a million young people have registered thanks to the Rock the Vote campaign (the rock'n'roll initiative to re-enfranchise youth), which means 400,000 more 18-to-25-year-olds voting this year than in 1992. An apolitical organisation, but helped along by the rocking Noel and Damon, it's no less partisan in practice than Billy Bragg's Red Wedge. Rodol's Use Your Vote campaign doesn't feign impartiality. His postcards are distributed in the country's pubs and clubs; they depict bigots ("Thank God for Aids"), racists ("Piss on Niggers") and smug fox-hunters. The caption: "Use your vote. You know he'll use his." Produced under Rodol's auspices, new commercials are coming to cinemas this month. Among them, the man in his allotment, explaining that you can't repot a tropical plant on British soil: it's like gays, it's not natural... "Use your vote. You know he'll use his." Also coming to the big screen, backed by black-rights campaigners and Charter 88, is operation Black Vote: "Let them know you exist." These are not calculated to return a Tory majority.
"Our generation is political, not party political," says Gareth Epps, sabbatical officer for the Liberal Democrat Youth and Students. "The pressure group angle is the result of 18 years of rule by one party." The policies being pressed for may lack the ideological oomph of Thatcherism, but they have cohered to articulate the simple concerns of voters under 30. Epps's proposal in Nottingham last spring to repeal sections of the Criminal Justice Act was subsequently endorsed by the Lib Dem leadership. Green issues, too, have galvanised opposition to the Tory government. At the 1994 Liberal Democrat Conference in Brighton a motion was passed calling for a royal commission to look into the decriminalising of soft drugs. Rodol explains: "People over 40 think Ecstasy one step away from heroin; people under 30 think it one remove from lager." Surprised by the support for legalising cannabis in her 1995 Barking Youth Survey, the Labour MP Margaret Hodge concluded: "This almost certainly represents a generation gap." The chasm between Conservative thought and public opinion is epitomised by Penny Mordant, in charge of the Young Conservative and Unionist Association who believes the driving issue for students is the minimum wage. "Yes, students are firmly against it." The Young Conservative Conference was cancelled last year for lack of support.
Black Vote, Queer Vote: it's all part of the project of bringing a society fractured into the reluctant, politically-agnostic or disinherited, back within the orbit of national politics. "We need to organise events that are interesting and attractive for young people in Barking" was one of the earnest conclusions of Margaret Hodge's survey.
Even BBC1's Newsround, (core age of viewers: eight to 12), is in on the act, holding a mock-election this spring. Launched by Betty Boothroyd in association with the Hansard Society, the Newsround Election, six days before the real thing, promises that even more votes will be cast (many of the ballot papers being electronic and online) than the half million last time round.
Labour is also keen to see students registered twice for voting - at home and in their college town. "It's a civil rights issue," says Ruth Potter, the National Secretary for Labour Students. It is illegal to vote twice, but there is nothing to stop a student registering in two places and then tactically deciding where to vote. Portsmouth South, with a high student population, has a Tory majority of only 242; Loughborough, Cambridge, Oxford West, Exeter and others will have close calls. John Major called the last election on 9 April - a university vacation. "This time,' Potter says,"there has been a post and proxy campaign." Students - the most mobile sector of the electorate - can choose to vote either at home or at the campus.
Educational and recreational centres always used to be political, from the working men's clubs to the phalanx of women in the Tory heartlands, cooking and knitting and feting for funds. The arenas for New Labour are not based on poverty, but on excess wealth. Entrance to a good football stadium now costs at least pounds 15; so, too, a ticket to the Ministry on a Saturday. Labour's Thousand Club is so called because that, in pounds, is what you pay to join. Young blood used to come up through the unions; now young, happily passive consumers are ushered in by a svelte political class.
In terms of careerism and social homogeneity, there's an eerie comparison to be made with the Young Conservatives of the Seventies and Eighties. Now everyone has at least one ambitious friend who has gone into New Labour politics. Enormous numbers of twenty-somethings, well-educated and well- spoken, form the network of researchers, advisers, liaison officers, personal assistants and message-makers. The boom industry of the Nineties, PR, is packed with Labour supporters. Hobsbawm Macaulay, one of the slickest, organises the party's fund-raising and gala dinners.
Progress, Labour's policy-based quarterly, is the mouthpiece of Derek Draper, mover behind "Capital Labour", adviser to Rory Bremner's television shows, and formerly a researcher for Mandelson (the one with a new car). Kate Dixon, one of its editors, explains that it is "aimed at Labour Party activists to enable a smooth presentation of New Labour ideals". Then there's techno-canvassing. Free computer magazines have been sent to schools, while direct mailing offers the party's catchy CD-Roms - "New Labour, New Life".
Advertising, too, has changed. The midnight walk towards the Ministry reveals a small, bleary gathering of 50 or 60 at Covent Garden, transfixed by slogans beamed from amateur slides onto uneven walls: "Tories Good On Tax? VAT On Fuel? Don't Be Stupid!" On the ad board at Piccadilly, New Labour rubbished the last Tory Budget in bright lights: "Tax 22 ... Enough is Enough ... Labour." The point may be imprecise, but there's originality in the tactics.
The Tories have struggled to adapt. Billboards present a red tear, and rattle the tired "New Labour, New Danger". The only Tory to bother with the fashion for football is David Mellor, listening to griping fans on Saturday nights. The poptart Spice Girls don't sway many people outside the Newsround electorate when they proclaim Thatcher as the original Spice. And the party's big-name signing is the newly enobled, voter-repelling Lloyd-Webber.
After six hours in the Ministry we emerge into the Sunday dawn with a stream of people, looking tired now. We buy a paper and wait for the Greenwich bus, reading about some Anglican bishop and Max Clifford and their new-found love for Labour.
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