When any government wants to appear to do something, it tends to appoint an enquiry. This can be dressed up as a review, or a study, or anything else that means that a Minister can safely ignore the findings if they don't like them. For once, my sympathy is with the Ministers.
Most of these reviews are led by tuft-hunters, superannuated from other and more potentially damaging contributions to the wealth or happiness of the polity. They seem to be routes to peerages rather than a genuine attempt to add to the stock of national sagacity. A minor title here, and a greasing-up there, preferably with a track record of not doing very much tends to mean that government gets advised by "the right sort of chap" rather than a razor-sharp expert.
This does mean that an intelligent politician, backed by a Special Adviser or two with a Malcolm Tucker tendency, can turn round and provide some good Anglo-Saxon epithets. One can but hope.
In around a month's time, I shall provide some more specific examples of this. Suffice it to say that I don't suffer other pompous nincompoops gladly, and whistle-blowing could turn into an immense pleasure.