One reason that quangos are such pants is that most of them are headed by superannuated/failed politicos. They're nice little earners and provide a continuing position in the limelight. A good example is my Lord Windbag's position as head of the entirely useless £0.5bn pa British Council (see this blog).
This pm the state broadcaster carried a supine interview with the head of the National Consumer Council, my Lord Whitty. His main claim to fame is that he was General Secretary of the Labour Party during my Lord Windbag's reign, and helped the latter lose two General Elections. Before that he was a trade union official.
We've blogged the entirely superfluous £5m pa NCC before. This is a quango that has no measurable objectives but reckoned itself so well-equipped to lecture British companies on best business practice that it used our money to publish a book, called "The Stupid Company".
As part-time Chairman, Whitty's main tasks are to draw fifty grand a year, ponce round the media, and eat four free lunches annually (see previous blog). No wonder he's chuckling.
As I listened to him pontificating unchallenged this pm, my knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. But of course, in quangoland, getting cushy BBC interviews is a snap.
Quango to quango.
Pants to pants.