I wanted Andrew Lansley to face up to the mess he's made Yet Parliament was warned that this would happen. In 2002, Prof Allyson Pollock, then working at UCL's health policy research unit, submitted evidence to the Health Select Committee that PFI would be a huge mistake. This didn't fit the political agenda, so what did the committee do? In an unprecedented move, they launched a personal attack on Prof Pollock in their report, accusing her of sloppy research. This prompted an outcry amongst academics, who objected not just to being ignored but to what they argued was an abuse of parliamentary privilege. Julia Drown was the MP who was reported to be behind much of the criticism of Prof Pollock. Where is she now that Prof Pollock's analysis has been shown to be correct, and the NHS is crumbling under the weight of PFI debt? Has Julia Drown apologised for attacking one of the few brave people to stand up and show, with hard, objective evidence that the project the government was embarking on would end in disaster? No, of course not. She gave up being an MP in 2005 to spend more time with her family. She now sits on a few quangos. I think there should be some way of ensuring that those who mess up as politicians are barred from taking other public offices. This is why I want Andrew Lansley back. I want him to be there when it all goes wrong so I can wag my finger and say I told you so. But now that will never happen. Come back Andrew Lansley, all is not forgiven. No reason to applaud this woman-hating industry It amazes me that the fashion industry, dominated as it is by women and gay men, is so misogynistic. The women-hating that dominates, particularly in the high-end fashion world, is truly revolting. The idealised image of a woman's body in this rarefied environment resembles that of a pubescent boy, rather than a normal adult female. Although some models naturally posses androgynous, skeletal body shapes, the majority resort to starving themselves in order to survive in this cut-throat business, often effectively defeminising themselves in the process as their reproductive organs shut down. Last week the Russian model, Kira Dikhtyar, detailed in an interview how some models use speed and cocaine, eat cotton-wool balls, take laxatives, abuse prescription medication, have daily colonic irrigation and even thyroid hormone injections in their efforts to attain the "ideal"" body. This is horrifying, and shows the fashion industry to be little more than a carnival for severe psychopathology and women-hatred. If this behaviour was on display in any other arena, they'd all be receiving psychiatric help, not applause and encouragement. Olympic achievements have put 'reality" TV in the shade As a nation we are used to the obligatory hackneyed, bathetic back-story trotted out by contestants taking part in reality TV programmes. By contrast, the Paralympics has highlighted competitors who really have overcome adversity and trauma, and just got on with life, making their talent and skill the focus. Indeed, able and disabled athletes at London 2012 have given us a stupendous summer of real achievement, courage and determination. The prospect of the reality TV drivel that will inevitably be served up in the autumn schedules is filling me with dread. What have we got to look forward to now? Can't we have another Olympics next year? Please? Max Pemberton's latest book, 'The Doctor Will See You Now," is published by Hodder. Order via Telegraph Books, 0844 871 1515; or books.telegraph.co.uk