The first rule when it comes to David Cameron is that no rules apply to David Cameron.

This is because Call-Me-Dave is interested only in networks and power, not friends and ideas.

So it is that we see Michael Gove (serious rival and education fanatic) deprived of his teaching post in favour of a lady called Nicky Morgan of whom I had never heard until today. Ouch. And the Lord said unto Cameron, verily shall the women be promoted.

Also, of course, the Lord might well have said to him and verily shall the Newscorpers be demoted.

As for Foreign Secretary-from-the-Washington-typing-pool William Hague, we knew he wanted to spend more time with his books, but the replacement of him by Philip Hammond (a man with extra-strong europhobic tendencies) sends another big signal to Juncker the Drunker.

What we see here is Dave I’m my own Man Cameron trying to make his mark before the next election. It’s unlikely to make much difference: come what may, we are going to have a hung Parliament. My first problem with Cameldung’s five-humped shuffle is that I still discern zero direction beyond his own survival.

But my second one is more serious. He is, surely, merely setting up more dissenting enemies as a result of the shufflette.