Good review in The Grauniad by Sam Wollaston...
So Dave Cameron hasn't been entirely consistent, it appears. A while back he was a proper Tory: boo to taxes, boo to gay people, boo to the environment, and a big boo to crime. He said that every court should be able to sentence criminals to hard physical work, such as cleaning graffiti and clearing litter. Cameron didn't say whether they should be chained together, but, as Pete Hitchens says, "it's not exactly hug a hoodie, is it?"
Yes, that's Pete "Mr Consistent" Hitchens - you know, who used to be a Trot, then a member of the Labour party, then a Tory and now a ... I'm not really sure what actually, just a professional hater of the modern world. And I know he calls himself Peter, not Pete, but I've childishly decided to call him Pete. I find his use of Peter, which we shouldn't blindly accept, deliberately misleading, as it gives his views a gravitas I'm not sure they merit. A bit like the way he refers to the prime minister as Anthony Blair, in fact.
It's a pity Dispatches: Cameron - Toff at the Top (Channel 4, "the liberal elite's favourite TV station", as Pete once called it) is written and presented by Hitchens, a man with all the charm of Gollum. Because if you can stomach it, and the hypocrisy, there's some interesting stuff in there; and it's high time the media-Cameron love-in ended and he got a bit of a kicking. Not only will Dave leap, lordily, on to any bandwagon that's passing, but he actually doesn't believe in anything at all. According to Hitchens, he's an opportunist, a chancer, a politician who has never actually been interested in politics. And by attempting to copy New Labour he has essentially eliminated voter choice.
Worse still, he's a horrid toff, and was once a member of the Bullingdon Club, a bunch of braying Hooray Henries (no Henriettas allowed) at Oxford who dress up, get horribly drunk, smash places up, then get Daddy to send a cheque to take care of the damage. Never mind the U-turns, or the lack of policies, surely the photograph of him, puffed out like a peacock with his public-school Bullingdon chums, will be enough to ensure he never gets anywhere near Downing Street.