Queue-jumping Mickey Gove is in the soup

The cabinet dunce, Michael Gove, continues to struggle.

Is there a more jingoistic Tory than the flag-waving Andrew Rosindell? The brains behind his 2001 election to parliament, a Staffordshire bull terrier called Spike, canvassed in a red, white and blue Union Jack waistcoat. Rosindell makes John Bull look like a republican internationalist. The Romford royalist wraps himself in the flag, demands the full bunting on St George's Day and campaigned for next year's holiday to celebrate Her Maj's Diamond Jubilee. The anti-immigration former Monday Clubber appears to have little time for Johnny Foreigner. So MPs and peers were puzzled when he invited them on behalf of what is called the British-Liechtenstein All-Party Parliamentary Group to a Carlton Club bash to celebrate the nuptials of Wills and Kate. My snout queried the patriotism of promoting a German-speaking tax haven. Perhaps the Windsors pine for their Saxe-Coburg-Gotha roots.

One of Cameron's landed gentry is embroiled in a toff v worker class war that Citizen Dave will find uncomfortable, reminding voters that we're not all in this together. Frederick Richard Penn Curzon, the 7th Earl Howe , a junior health minister in the House of Cronies, faces a trip
to an employment tribunal. A tractor driver once of Earl Howe's employ is claiming unfair dismissal after losing a job on his lordship's stately inheritance, the Penn House Estate in Bucks. Cameron will be familiar with the 250-year-old Penn mansion. The red-brick pile has featured on Midsomer Murders, a TV favourite of the People's Premier.

The cabinet dunce, Michael Gove, continues to struggle. An informant watched him march to the front of a Pret A Manger queue to inquire loudly what was in the soup. Ignored by staff who saw only a pushy customer, the Education Secretary sheepishly retreated to the back, none the wiser. Yet maybe Mickey deserves a smiley-face sticker for getting his own lunch, unlike Labour's Liam Byrne, who memorably instructed civil servants in writing to deliver soup to his desk between 12.30pm and 1pm.

Fans of the flash-in-the-pan David Laws maintain that he is not expecting to return to ministerial office any time soon. Odd, then, that a snout reported rumours that he's lined up Julian Astle, director of the Lib Dumb think tank CentreForum, to be his special adviser. Laws intended to take Astle to the Treasury last year. The future of both depends on the verdict of the inquiry into Laws's publicly funded rent arrangements.

Revolting Conservative backbenchers are growing increasingly frustrated that Nick Clegg has instant access to Cameron, but Tory MPs asking to see the PM must wait months for an audience. I sniff trouble after May's elections.The ever-so-grand Nicholas Soames moans that the Commons is no longer a tight-knit public school. The Old Etonian told tearoom sippers that everything said in the place seems to leak. The final straw was "Gobblegate", when the Cameron cutie Claire Perry asked if she needed to give the Speaker "a blow job" to be called. The answer, thankfully, was no.

Kevin Maguire is associate editor (politics) of the Daily Mirror