Is there not something unseemly about the way in which our Prime Minister and the next but one heir to the throne are courting (kowtowing to, buttering up, even arse-licking) the hooks, crooks and comic singers on the FIFA Executive Committee? I have no brief for the Panorama programme (which was simply not very good), but its heart appeared to be in the right place.
I should also admit to supreme indifference about whether England secures the World Cup. It is many years since I contemplated actually attending a match in the finals but Barcelona, St Petersburg or Amsterdam would seem infinitely more preferable as a venue than Milton Keynes.
But has Cameron not got better things to do than hang around importunately a Swiss hotel, desperately hoping to curry favour with such personalities as Sepp Blatter?