Three jobs only a madman would covet, and all of them up for grabs this spring: manager of the England football team, Archbishop of Canterbury and director general of the BBC. Wouldn’t the world be a much happier place if, by May, something weird happened to all the applications and we ended up with John Sentamu running the BBC, Helen Boaden managing England at Euro 2012 and, best of all, Harry Redknapp as Archbishop of Canterbury? It would certainly increase the gaiety of the nation. ‘I think my lads have got it in them for a top four finish, behind the Muslims, the left-footers and the Hindus. And I think that’s a great achievement, Gary, when you consider that only a year or so ago we were fighting it out in mid-table with yer bleedin’ Sikhs and yer Jains and what have you.’
What these three jobs have in common, aside from a decentish salary (or ‘chicken-feed’, as the Conservative mayoral candidate might refer to it), is the chance to be universally loathed and derided, on a daily basis, by everyone.
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