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

Cheer up, it’s only a party

What’s the best way to deal with a full onslaught against your industry? A damn good party of course. ‘Despite the dismal financial outlook, Square Mile magazine held their annual Summer Party on Friday 13th for 1,000 City bankers,’ proclaims one of the most gloriously offensive press releases that Mr Steerpike has seen in long time. There were apparently ‘no signs of the dismal economy’ as bankers ‘quaffed free Iceberg Vodka and Louis Roederer champagne and were entertained by fire-breathing strippers and snake charmers’.

Ferry and Marr dream team

Bryan Ferry CBE was on form last night, for his only UK appearance this year, at Guildford’s terribly middle-class Guilfest — the only festival I have ever seen that had a Pizza Express on site. The sixty six year old rocker still has it, even if he did have to ruin the look with a cashmere scarf after the sun went down. Mr Steerpike was not alone in wondering why the set had an edgier feel to it than the greying Roxy Music fans might have been used to. All was revealed toward the end when Ferry announced the extra guitarist with the badly dyed black hair, and the worst outfit on the stage, was none other than Smiths strummer Johnny Marr. I hear that Marr has collaborated on Ferry’s new album, due out next year.

Legally blonde

A touch of glamour at the High Court this morning as N-Dubz singer turned X-Factor judge Tulisa won an apology from her ex-boyfriend for leaking a rather intimate tape of the pair. Revealing a newly dyed blonde mop for her day, presumably in homage to Legally Blonde, she told the waiting pack that her leaky ex had messed with the wrong girl. ‘I'm just really happy that the truth is out. It's a fresh start for me today after this, and it's my birthday, and now, of course, I'm off to Ibiza.’ Of course. A happy ending you might say.

No one shall abolish Lady T

Mr Steerpike does like to hear news of the great Lady. And it seems that she has still got it. Word reaches me that when told of the Deputy Prime Minister's plan to abolish the House of Lords she simply replied: 'Why?' 'Because he's a Liberal, Baroness Thatcher.' 'Ah, Liberals. We should abolish of few of them. No one shall abolish me.' Her loyal troops were plainly listening. *** After looking like someone has just drowned his puppy, in the wake of Lords reform mess, Nick Clegg could not have chosen a worse week to hold his summer drinks. Mr Steerpike hears that it was a rather subdued affair. Only one Tory managed to make it - Mark Harper, who has been working on the Lords bill with the Deputy Prime Minister.

Defence spending on ice

Where better for rebellious Tory MPs to hide from the domineering whips than behind a giant ice sculpture of a fighter jet? Defence spending is on ice in Whitehall, and Saab Technologies took this literally at their 75th birthday bash at County Hall last night. With Saab looking to open new factories in Britain, plenty of MPs dropped by in search of some constituency investment.   Lobbyists Bell Pottinger, who have had what might be described as a choppy year, are back with a bang having organised the event. But were uplighters and ice bars (straight out of a Bond film) the best way to make a room full of arms manufacturers seem less sinister? Mr Steerpike certainly thought so.

Hereditary Lords

House of Lords reform? Most politicos are debating whether to elect senators or maintain the status-quo. Not so the Kensington, Chelsea and Fulham Conservatives, who held an evening discussion about whether the Lords should return to the hereditary principle. Mr Steerpike hears that it was a popular motion. Leading the charge was James Bethell, head of Westbourne Communications by day and 5th Baron Bethell by night. Lord Bethell stated that his great-grandfather bought his peerage for £10,000 in 1922. He said that the sum works out at over three million pounds in today’s money, which appears to be much more than the asking price for an elected seat.

Amateur sport

It’s Euro-mania in SW1. Always reliable for hard hitting analysis, Tory foghorn Louise Mensch summed up what she saw as her party’s position on the EU: ‘We want a Diet Coke version. A skinny latte. An EasyJet ticket. An IKEA flat-pack. Pain, vin, Boursin. You know. Just the basics.’ And who said a referendum would dumb down a complicated issue? Those paid to walk the line are less happy though. One Tory spinner whispers to me: This ding-dong is almost as interesting as the tennis. Less civilised though...

The fishmonger speaks

‘The Stone Roses are more important than Picasso’ claims the over-hyped and over-paid fishmonger Damien Hirst. The Manchester indie legends, led by Ian Brown, have reformed and are set to play three packed homecoming gigs this weekend. People will probably still be talking about this in twenty five years, just as they will be about Pablo in quadruple that. Can the same be said of the UK's richest artist? Mr Steerpike thinks not.

Now you can own a piece of phone-hacking history

Forget the hacks and starlets, the politicians and media moguls, the defining image of the Leveson Inquiry will always be phone-hacking lawyer Mark Lewis’ terrible orange overcoat. The Zara number got inquiry wags and watchers talking and now I hear the coat is about to take a starring role of its very own. Lewis, who suffers from MS, tells me that he will be auctioning the coat for a charity associated with the disease. Form an orderly queue.

A smoke to liberty

On the eve of the smoking ban five years ago, hundreds of liberty lovers came together to rebel and enjoy one last night of freedom. A reunion was held on the eve of the anniversary this week of the ban by smokers lobby group Forest. In the Scottish jazz heaven of Boisdale Canary Wharf, the biggest table thumping cheer of the night came from a reference to 'David Cameron's neo-facist nanny state.' But this was far from a right wing knees up. While the claret and Chivas Regal kept the crowd lubricated, all strands of political thought came together with righty James Delingpole and lefty Claire Fox treating the crowds to a rally against the state interference.

Hunted Jeremy faces the media crowd

One time Tory leader contender (now cabinet dead man walking) Jeremy Hunt faced the suits last night at his first outing in media circles since being dragged through the gutter over his relationship with News Corp.    Pencilled in to speak at the All Party Media Group’s summer drinks at Channel Four, the Culture Secretary tried to put on a brave face in a hostile crowd of media hacks, television types and lawyers. I can only think of rabbits and headlights.    After the softest of digs from host Austin Mitchell MP, who noted that Hunt had been starring in his very own reality TV show for the last few months, Jezza immediately recalled the last time he had been in the building he shared a platform with troubled comedian Jimmy Carr.

Ms. Penny’s fees

As the dust settles after Saturday's fracas between David Starkey and Laurie Penny, a source familiar with the situation explains to Mr Steerpike the history between these two scribes:   'David and Ms Penny were supposed to be debating at a fundraising event for the Thomas Paine Society about a week ago. Penny was in the US and had demanded a fee (which David did not: he only charges corporate engagements fees and does a huge amount pro bono). Such was her request that the event was cancelled — they couldn't afford her. So David mentioned this in response to the tax avoidance jibe and ended up saying, "I came up from the bottom and won't be lectured at by a jumped up public school girl like you, I will not have it.

Penny’s non-violent clash with Starkey

The self-styled enfant terrible of the new radical left, Ms Laurie Penny, has taken her one-woman revolution to the heart of the establishment. Yesterday, she caused quite the ruckus at the Sunday Times Education Festival, hosted at Wellington College on a panel with David Starkey. As well as being banned from the speakers dinner at the behest of the Sunday Times, Penny later alerted her Twitter followers to the fact that 'violent old thug' David Starkey had 'attacked' her 'on stage'. 'That's what racists do when you call them out on their bigotry' she Tweeted. 'Bit shaken but I'll be ok.

Amis’ hazy biography

With Martin Amis’ Lionel Asbo: State of England — the horrific account of a hard-living career criminal turned celebrity lottery winner — climbing the bestseller charts,  Li and his creator shouldn't be confused. At least, that is according to Amis, who recently told the Spectator that he was never a rebel. Richard Bradford, author of last year’s universally panned Martin Amis: The Biography had planned on shining a light on Amis’ greener youth. At one point the vexed manuscript apparently included a fond Amis recollection of smoking joints in Picasso's on the King's Road, something that would have resulted in arrest in about ten minutes.

Jumping off buildings, with Simon Armitage

In 2011, the Southbank Centre hosted the Festival of Britain to mark its fiftieth anniversary. Not wanting to be outdone this year, they are staging the Festival of the World. Last night, Westminster’s arty crowd crossed the bridge to toast this ambitiously titled project.  The evening was worth the walk, with flowing Pol and also a impromptu compulsory poetry reading. Simon Armitage informed ex-ministers (like Tessa Jowell) and Lib Dem wannabes (like Don Foster) that poets were the real lawmakers with the ‘constituency of the heart, the chief whip of the head and constitution of imagination.’ Foster shut his eyes and even swayed slightly to take in the words.

Campbell vs Iannucci, round two

Professional funny chap Armando Iannucci is laughing it off his recent internet showdown with Alistair Campbell. Sky lobbyist extraordinaire Lucy Aitken has been doing wonders to repair the reputation of Murdoch spinners. Last night, she treated an assembled crowd of hacks and flacks to a boozy preview of Iannucci's ‘Veep’ — the American ‘Thick of It’ spin off — in Parliament last night. In conversation with press pack doyen Tim Shipman of the Mail, Iannucci, the brains behind Steve Coogan, settled the score with Campbell to a very safe crowd: ‘I woke up on Saturday morning, had a bit fun with two tweets and he is still going. It's two tweets. My mum rang me really worried.

Honours for some, sour grapes for others

Another grey weekend and another royal display of jubilation. The annual round of Establishment back-patting for the queen’s birthday is well underway. Arise Sir Kenneth Branagh! Presumably knighted for services to playing knights. Arise also Sir Stilgoe, Dame Jowell and Sir Baldry. Congratulations too to Alexander Chancellor, of this parish, for his CBE for services to journalism. Usually, the annual bitter mud-slinging is delayed until the letters pages of Sundays, where those who missed out chippily dig at those who have accepted gongs for being Establishment sell outs. It was ever thus, but a big clap for this year's sore loser Alastair Campbell for getting the ball rolling before the colours had even been trooped.

Here come the Blairs and the Coe

While summer party season is warming up, is the work drying up for Cherie Blair?  At last night's Renaissance Photography Prize at the Mall Gallery, Mrs Blair took full advantage of being introduced as Cherie Booth QC. 'As a barrister there are important people for me here - solicitors!' She went on to name check the sponsors Freshfields in a brazen nudge for their work. The short-listed photographers and breast cancer charity of course played second fiddle. *** Crossing the road to the annual Beating the Retreat on Horse Guards Parade, crowds were anticipating a royal to receive the salute and oversee proceedings. Drum roll please, trumpets ready, here comes — Sebastian Lord Coe. Cue audible groans.

Where arms dealers meet do-gooders

Yesterday saw the annual Commons vs. Lords Tug of War, in aid of Macmillan and sponsored by BAE. Battle was joined at Westminster College Gardens, behind the cloisters of Westminster Abbey. Teams of marines, fireman, hacks and staffers battled it out before the final show down between the elected and the unelected. Disappointingly for the aristocracy, the commoners bagged it.    Champagne and the dulcet tones of TV's James Landale kept the crowd entertained. Speaker Bercow, defence minister Gerald Howarth and education minister Tim Loughton cheered on their colleagues, while Labour's Lord Foulkes and Sharon Hodgson became well acquainted with the bar.

Will Wintour give up her wardrobe?

Steerpike's transatlantic cousins at the New York Post's Page Six are stirring up the rumours (again) that Vogue editor Anna Wintour is set to become Obama's Ambassador to the Court of St James.  Coincidentally, the fashion supremo has been pulling her weight for Obama's fundraising. Though vaguely denying the appointment, she is not exactly doing to much to quell the speculation — apparently she's very happy in her current job. Patrick Wintour, Anna'a little brother and the Political Editor of the Guardian, tells me he does not 'think she wants to give up the wardrobe allowance yet.