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Links to the KGB? Come on, guys. Lord Lebedev
just wants to be a public servant
Marina Hyde
Stop banging on about lapdog politicians and garden
parties for the powerful. Why can’t we just see Evgeny as a success, as he
does?
Tue 27 Jun
2023 14.47 BST
Let me
transport you to a 2016 house party at the Umbrian estate of Evgeny Lebedev,
now Lord Lebedev of Hampton and Siberia. Glamour model Katie Price has just
twice enlivened dinner by showing the table her latest breasts. According to
one report, she is subsequently escorted to the kitchen by Evgeny’s former SAS
bodyguards and not seen again for the weekend.
According
to fellow guest Joan Collins, Pricey only repeated the tit trick because Joanie
requested she show it to fellow-fellow guest Boris Johnson, who was at the time
foreign secretary in Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II’s government. This was not
Johnson’s only trip to the estate. On a stay two years later, he met Lebedev’s
father, the former KGB agent Alexander, without officials present. And
according to a 2021 report by uninvited guests the Italian security services,
who, it was this week revealed, were monitoring the property at the time, and
had been for several years – it could not be ruled out that Lebedev Sr still
worked for Russian intelligence and still enjoyed the favour of Putin. And
according to what a member of Italy’s foreign affairs committee told a new
Channel 4 documentary entitled Boris, the Lord and the Russian Spy: “You should
really be careful on what kind of relationship you keep with such a person.”
Well now.
It is – as they say – a lot.
To Evgeny
Lebedev, then, whose subsequent peerage remains a matter of controversy. Events
at the Italian estate of the Evening Standard proprietor and Independent
shareholder sound intriguing. Someone once told me the famous guests are flown
out by private jet and are to varying degrees horrified to learn that they will
be flying back by budget airline. Entertainments at the castle seem varied – I
heard some eye-poppingly baroque rumours – though Lord Lebedev is keener in
public to digress on the restored castle’s location. As he told one magazine:
“The Holy Roman emperors’ army knew how to find the right spot.” As does
Evgeny, you sense.
As for his
own location, he can usually be banked on not to be found in the House of
Lords, boasting a mere 1% attendance record. In February, Evgeny had gone an
entire year without saying anything in proceedings in the chamber. When he had
faced similar criticism the previous year, he hastily scrambled to table
precisely two written questions. Lebedev minds dreadfully about things that are
said about him, it seems. A previous column I wrote about him resulted in an
odd piece of behind-the-scenes behaviour. If you’re reading this one, your
lordship, please spare yourself another show of weakness. While such a thing
would obviously be amusing to me, someone – someone! – needs to tell you that
it is most unbecoming to you.
So who are
we dealing with here, apart from London’s biggest starfucker? (Tough field.)
Evgeny thinks it’s very grand to have his houses photographed in Architectural
Digest and World of Interiors and so on. (Again, someone needs to tell him.) A
few years ago, a World of Interiors interviewer who visited his house in the
Hampton Court deer park fawned hilariously, praising “some cushions of silk
damask I would sell my soul for”. Of particular note, apparently, were
“improved copies of 18th-century originals”, the cornice “newly copied from a
Chippendale in Dumfries House” and a “Lutyens design but modified for
contemporary needs”. Lebedev himself took the opportunity to claim one artwork
as representative of Putin’s ideology. According to Evgeny, this was “the
Eurasian union – this new kind of philosophy of a Russian state more focused on
the east than the west”. Mm-hm.
A week or
so after the Brexit vote, Lebedev hosted a garden party at this particular
house, where select attendees included Rupert Murdoch, Nigel Farage and Lily
Allen, who seemed surprised to find herself at a social gathering where such
people would also be guests. To which we can only say: wake up. Alas, it is
unclear whether the many celebrities and public figures who buzz obediently
round Lebedev will also wake up, or prefer to keep on accepting his
hospitality, and donations to their pet charitable causes, and his preferred
narrative that he is merely a poor victim of anti-Russian racism – instead of
ever wondering, even vaguely, what it is all actually in aid of.
Evgeny
himself bristles at the suggestion of anything other than public service,
asking rhetorically after he was awarded the peerage: “Is it not remarkable that
the son of a KGB agent, and a first-generation immigrant to this country, has
become such an assimilated and contributing member of British society? What a
success for our system. Don’t you think?”
In fact,
Lebedev Jr is very far from a victim. He is an extremely rich man, and his
family has held on to its wealth and indeed lives in a world where émigré
displeasers of Putin frequently do not. Far from being held back by anything at
all, he rises and rises, with media proprietorship merely a part of it. He now
sits in the upper legislative chamber of the British parliament, put there
against almost all advice by Boris Johnson – a man you sense the celebrities
are not minded to buzz around, which should certainly give them pause. But
apparently has yet to.
It’s
notable how many of his posturings feel like imitations, from the interiors of
his houses to his public positions. Look closely at his lavishly curtained
four-posters or oddly instigator-lite accounts of the horrors of the war in
Ukraine and you might see that they are very expensive reproductions –
bought-in copies of the bed one ought to have, or the opinion one ought to
hold, but remodelled for his own convenience. I used to think of him as a
terminally ridiculous figure – but with each unsettling new revelation, perhaps
we must accept that there is nothing terminal about it.
Marina Hyde is a Guardian columnist
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