Steerpike

Steerpike

Steerpike is The Spectator's gossip columnist, serving up the latest tittle tattle from Westminster and beyond. Email tips to steerpike@spectator.co.uk or message @MrSteerpike

Liam Fox comes out for coalition

Missing: One Scottish hardline right-wing Tory. Formerly Secretary of State for Defence, last seen leaving government over some confusion with a business card. Warning: An imposter was spotted this morning at the soon-to-be-closed St Stephen’s Club in Westminster extolling the benefits of coalition: ‘The idea that coalitions are new in British politics is just ridiculous, as any who has ever worked in the Tory whips office could tell you. The broader coalition within the Tories the better, and the less chance we will need to rely on external coalitions. Come one, come all, everyone is welcome. We need to broaden out.

Fag Burns

It sounds like an episode of The Thick of It: the government is ploughing ahead with its naff “Stoptober” initiative. Next month the country’s eight million smokers will be encouraged by TV adverts and glossy leaflets to work together to kick the habit. Tory Minister Simon Burns's move from the Department of Health to Transport couldn’t have come at a better time: the chain smoker managed to get out just before he was forced to take part in the campaign. Bad news though for Liberal Health Minister Norman Lamb, who was promoted to Health to replace Burns. He told the BBC today that he ‘quit smoking last week’. Of course he did.

Andrew Marr’s Mystery Lady

One can wait for years for a good Sunday TV presenter scandal to break, and then two come along at once. Sky's married Sunday morning host Dermot Murnaghan was caught by the People canoodling in Hyde Park with a make up artist half his age, while the BBC's Andrew Marr was busted by the Mirror appearing to kiss a mystery woman outside a Fitzrovia watering hole. Excruciatingly featured in the papers they both had to review yesterday morning, Marr was seen leaving his marital home in Richmond with a suitcase. However, the inquisitor insists he was heading for a trip to America rather than being booted out by his wife Guardian columnist Jackie Ashley. He fervently denies an affair with a grovelling apology this morning: 'No, no, not at all.

The peer who came in from the cold

Mr Steerpike reported last week that the Tories’ shadowy donor-cum-puppetmaster, Lord Ashcroft was shunned in America. But it’s not all bad news for the man dubbed the sleaze of Belize. Last night Downing Street announced that he has been appointed to the Privy Council and made 'Special Representative for Veterans’ Transition’. While the worthiness of the new role is not in doubt, some observers might raise an eyebrow at the choice of Ashcroft and the timing. The one time Deputy Party Chairman has been very much on the outside since his tax affairs blew up before the 2010 election. And questions about one of companies, BCB Holdings, breaking London Stock Exchange rules arose earlier this year.

Team GB meets Team GQ

In what Bono described to me as ‘the best of the smaller ones’, the stars of Team GB stole the show at last night’s GQ Men of the Year awards. Presented with a special team award by Lord Coe, the A-list crowd were on their feet at the Royal Opera House for the Olympic contingent. Though seemingly dry, high-jump star Greg Rutherford and pommel-horser Louis Smith were amongst the last men standing at the after-party. Cyclist Bradley Wiggins is becoming something of fashion icon, though he might need to work on his people skills. Asked if he would like to meet Liam Gallagher, the cyclist said ‘Nah, I know him already’ and then walked off. But Mad Men’s John Slattery was on much friendlier form.

How Danny Finkelstein botched the reshuffle

Word reaches Mr Steerpike that Times columnist Danny Finkelstein played a decisive role in the reshuffle. As is widely known, Danny speaks to George Osborne regularly and those inside Whitehall know that what he says (or writes) today you can normally expect Osborne to say or do tomorrow. So when he started explaining to Newsnight viewers the rationale for moving Iain Duncan Smith out of the DWP it became clear what Downing St was thinking. IDS, said the Fink, "has reached the point where he has tried to introduced the reforms and it might be a different person you want to implement the reforms. So you would change Welfare Secretary at this point without necessarily changing the policies." Would you now?

Say Nay to Kay

There I was, enjoying a liquid lunch with a senior Tory who is long beyond accepting any front bench job, when we were interrupted by his vibrating iPhone. He raised an eyebrow at the private number. Could this be the call of which more ambitious men have been dreaming all reshuffle-day? Apparently not. ‘Hello... yes, yes it is. Oh BBC or Sky? Sky eh, who is it? … No, no not her. Anyone else. Well can’t you try someone later on? … Why not? … I will tell you why not: because Kay Burley is a thick as two planks and there is no point in being interviewed by her ... Ok ... Yes, see what you can do. Thanks. Bye.’ Poor Kay.

Pippa Middleton cashes in

Mr Steerpike was overcome with joy when he read the press release from Pippa Middleton’s publishers. It told him that her forthcoming book Celebrate will be a 'useful, practical and inspiring journey into British-themed occasions, focusing on tradition.’ Well, thank goodness for that. What a treat. Over to the sister-in-waiting: ‘This book is designed to be a comprehensive guide to home entertaining, based on my experience in my family's party business, Party Pieces, and work for London-based events company, Table Talk.’ Two plugs in one sentence. Not bad. ‘I hope it offers welcome inspiration and ideas, most of which needn't leave you alarmingly out of pocket.

Giles Coren’s Twitter Eulogy

The saying goes that the only silver lining at the end of a political career is the chance to read your own obituary without actually dying. For Giles Coren, the speculation that he had 'quit Twitter' was the twenty first century equivalent. It was not all good news though. After a characteristically bad tempered exchange with a rival critic, Coren's account promptly disappeared for twenty-four hours. The obvious speculation that he had stormed off in one of his signature rages quickly brewed. His last words seemed to be: ‘F**k off Marina. It's hurtful and bitchy and pompous. When I want career advice from you I'll f**king ask for it.’ Not bad for a epitaph.

Lord Ashcroft frozen out, again

The Tories’ shadowy donor-cum-puppetmaster has been given the cold shoulder, yet again. Taking full proprietor privileges at ConservativeHome, he’s taken aim at young Dave’s departed brain, Steve Hilton. It seems that the guru has left the Lord of Belize off his Republican National Convention party guest list: ‘Apparently, the event to be seen at is to be hosted by none other than Steve Hilton. Unreliable rumour has it that he has taken for the occasion an enormous house on Tampa Bay's prestigious Harbour Island. What can he be up to? Clearly he is keeping his hand in. Unfortunately my invitation has not arrived so I can report no further for the time being.

To Russia with love

A surprisingly large turn-out last night for the launch of the Conservative Friends of Russia, given the recent 'Pussy Riot' trial mess. A notable absence from the Kremlin ambassador's garden was Sir Malcolm Rifkind, the group's Hon. President. There was also a distinct absence of parliamentarians. Lumbering up to the plate was John Wittingdale, whose proclaimed love of the motherland goes beyond his Russian girlfriend. The Chairman of the Culture Select Committee has been known to be close to the country for years and extolled his love of Russian literature to the two hundred strong crowd. He mentioned the latest Putin controversy and did indeed declare himself a music fan.

A messy end to a Royal era

Who said posh youths don't riot? Head down to South Kensington tonight for some Bullingdon-style antics: the nightclub Boujis is inviting loyal regulars to smash the place up before closing time. Guests are invited to leave their mark by scribbling over the walls before literally pulling down the decor - all aided by 'construction girls'. But panic not, Prince Harry! Doors open again at the end of September. All will be fully redecorated and minus the graffiti. In fact Mr Steerpike might have to pop by tonight to see the destruction of the dance floor on which William famously wooed Kate…but strictly in an observational role, of course.

Johann Hari’s apology gets lost in the post

Over the pond journalists are one by one being accused of plagiarism, while here our old friend Johann Hari popped back up on my radar. Though the Indy columnist was eventually disgraced for conducting mythical interviews, he never properly addressed other accusations of smearing rivals and colleagues on Wikipedia and in comment sections across the internet. But has he finally apologised to Cristina Odone, one of his more unfortunate victims? She certainly deserves an apology given Hari's alter ego David Rose falsely accused her of anti-semitism and homophobia. According to Guardian columnist Patrick Strudwick, she has finally received one.

Exclusive: Delingpole says no to Corby run

With a heavy heart Mr Steerpike must be the bearer of bad of news. James Delingpole, of this parish, has ruled himself out of the running in the Corby by-election for UKIP or any other party. In light of the growing Draft Delingpole campaign, he told me this afternoon: ‘After much thought: No. I want to spend more time taking drugs with my millionaire rock band manager wife.’ Bring on the the Euro elections 2014.

Any Spice is too much

It’s actually happening. Leaked rehearsal snaps (via Twitter) confirm the very worst suspicions about the Olympic closing ceremony. Yes, that’s right - The Spice Girls are reforming and will take to the stage atop five black cabs. What have we done to deserve this? Wasn’t dancing NHS nurses and ‘sick’ children bouncing on trampoline beds enough punishment? With ‘Viva Forever’ the Spice girls musical opening in November, Mr Steerpike has a terrible feeling that we’re going to have endure the resurgence of one of the very worst aspects of the nineties. Come back Danny Boyle. All is forgiven.

Delingpole moots run

The campaign to draft James Delingpole into Parliament, revealed here yesterday, is gathering pace. Delingpole himself has broken cover to declare that he was already moving to Northamptonshire - the scene of the upcoming by-election. ‘I'm torn, I must say... though I can't claim to have taken quite as many drugs as Louise Mensch apparently has, I did make a pretty heroic go of it in my younger, longer-haired days.’ But it’s not all fun and games. ‘On the other hand, I'm skint,’ says the right-wing scribe. In a long rant against the Tories, he confirms that if he were to run it would be on a UKIP ticket - also revealed by me yesterday. So, does he want to be an MP? ‘Probably not.

The sad death of St. Stephen’s Club

Word reaches me that the St. Stephen's Club in Westminster is set to close at the end of the year due to falling membership and lack of revenue. This fine old Tory Club was formed by Benjamin Disraeli in 1870 and was originally housed where Portcullis House now stands, before moving to its current location on Queen Anne Gate.  I hear that the management committee reluctantly decided to call time last week. The bad news comes as the Club celebrates its 50th anniversary in its current home (being opened by then Prime Minister Harold Macmillan in 1962). The club shot to fame in 2010 as the favoured location for David Cameron's press conferences during the coalition negotiations.

Draft Delingpole

It’s an open secret in Eurosceptic circles that Nigel Farage has asked James Delingpole to consider standing for UKIP at the 2014 European elections. The prospect of Delingpole sitting on EU environmental committees is enough to chill the spine of even the most devoted pen pusher in Brussels. However, could we see his foray into politics begin even sooner? I was most amused when asked to sign the “Draft Delingpole” petition today. With the departure of Louise Mensch from the seat of Corby, Northants, an internet campaign has been launched to persuade the Spectator’s very own ranter to stand in the November by-election. Mr Steerpike isn’t going to hold his breath, but Delingpole looks very fetching on the site in his World War II fatigues.

Robert Hughes RIP

It has been a bad week for men of letters, with the loss of Gore Vidal a few days ago and Robert Hughes today. Gore was famous for his feuds, but Hughes, a Spectator contributor, had a softer side, unless your art was phony: 'The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is given to the less talented as a consolation prize.' And the man once dubbed the ‘greatest art critic in the world’ was certainly sure of himself. Bret Easton Ellis recalls: ‘The only time I came in contact with Robert Hughes was in 1991 when he threatened to leave Random House if they published American Psycho.

Stella McCartney snaps at Team GB kit critics

Now that everyone has stopped moaning about a lack of Olympic gold, focus has returned to another burning issue issue - why is Team GB’s kit so terrible? Designed by Stella McCartney, critics have pointed out the blue-and-white stripes look more like a Saltire than a Union flag. Don’t even get me started on the gold and white tracksuits donned by our stars for the Opening Ceremony... With her customary chippiness, McCartney has hit back at the naysayers, declaring that anyone that does not like the kit is clearly just stupid: ‘It’s taken me three years to do this, it’s not as easy as it looks and I think we need to be cut a little bit of slack.