First we had New Labour, then New Gordon – and now, ‘New Politics’. The truly worrying thing about the Establishment is the lack of creativity; the best they can come up with is to stick ‘New’ in front of the same old same old…..and hope it sort of hangs together.

Last week The Slog wrote about a lot of ‘old politics’ still hanging around, and that’s only to be expected. Thus has John Prescott been made Lord Barsteward of Bulimia – a terrible thought, but only to be expected. And Phil Woolas’s election has been challenged on the grounds of his chaps spreading lies about the LibDem contender. It’s the sort of thing Phil’s tribe has always done, and one continues to hope that this too will gradually die out.

Or not. Now Mr Squeaky-Clean David Laws is discovered to have been siphoning off forty grand’s worth of our money towards the upkeep of his partner. Mr Laws has immediately apologised – another bewildering Establishment tactic, through which the villain obviously assumes everyone will admire his sudden attack of honesty. But ethics, as they say, involve doing the right thing when nobody is looking.

The fact that the money was going to a male lover rather than a female wife is neither here nor there, although there’s an undercurrent of this in the Telegraph’s coverage. The paper has been going a bit Daily Mail since the Coalition was formed, and occasionally I wonder if Fatty Heffer creeps into the subeds’ pods to change the tenor of a few key headlines before going home of an evening. Either way, the Torygraph is missing the point: Laws is a multimillionaire for one thing – but his job is ensuring public expenditure is cut and other people less fortunate than him wind up with even less money than they had before. Whether you’re a welfare fan or not, this was clearly an appalling piece of hypocrisy. I think he should go, but I doubt if he will.

A more worrying event for me was the BBC Question Time incident, and as it happens I have a bit of inside track on this one. The QT team (apart from Dimbleby himself) has been for many years a bastion of Beeb Leftyism: they it was who lined up an audience full of knee-jerks to try and crucify Griffin of the BNP last year. It was a disgraceful ambush of a man quite capable – as subsequent events have proved – of shooting himself in the back anyway.

With a Tory Government in power, this same crew decided it would be good to grab another dollop of Alastair Campbell’s reservoir of unpleasant fantasy and wind-up, in order to chuck it at a new Tory Minister. Knowing the BBC setup (and smelling a set-up) Steve Hilton – and I do find this astonishing – advised the inner Coalition Cabal to object to Campbell’s presence.

Hilton and The Slog have history. We fingered him before the Election Campaign proper as a bland nerd likely to be outclassed by Lord Mandelson. This earned me the cold shoulder from the Cameroons, but who cares? The Slog was right: the disturbing thing about this technocratic twerp is that Cameron hangs on his every word of counsel.

With counsel like Hilton’s, who needs the prosecution? The advice he gave on the QT issue was Page One dumb. First of all it handed the Dimblebeenies the chance to bleed moral authority all over the sprawling hydra that is the BBC website. And second, it allowed Campbell the moral roulette-wheel to have tremendous fun throughout the programme.

That Campbell was well-prepared with props, gags and so forth tells everyone which side the QT mob is on, but we’re back to talking mindless, childish tactics here. The big issue is that a Government supposed to be giving less heat to broadcasters and removing the control-freak element has been caught being worse than Campbell, but minus the bloke’s undoubted talent.

My one remaining Tory mole is, I have to admit, well outside the tent and trying to be as incontinent as possible. But he and his ilk see Hilton as a piece of anti-matter to be thrown into a Black Hole at the first opportunity, and one has to agree with them. They’d be better off with Paris Hilton than this gonk. And she’s got better legs.

Anyway – The New Politics – doncha love ’em? I still think we have to give this Coalition a go, because the alternative (given a politically illiterate electorate) is too horrible a subject for even one’s most devilish nightmares. Mandelson may well be a dead parrot, but Campbell is clearly only resting.

Historically, I see this lot as a sort of Kerensky Dumas just before the Bolsheviks arrive on the sealed train. Lord knows who they’ll be: but continuing this analogy, we’re roughly at the stage now where the Tsar has sent the peasants to the front with a prayer instead of helmets, and carrots where the guns should be. Once it becomes clear that the Cleggeroons don’t have a prayer of clearing the deficit before the EU and hedge armies invade, it’s all going to get much more unpleasant on the Potemkin.

This is only a parallel: I don’t see anyone shooting the Windsors, because there’s no point, and the Queen is a good egg. What I do share, however, is the view quietly expressed by a man in Bristol towards the end of the Election. He aimed the comment at Culpability Brown, but he meant the whole political class when he said it: “You are going to be swept away by events”.