IS it any wonder most people currently find British politics a more depressing sight than a pool of cold dog sick on a new rug? The bald, kilted fund-robber with his two £350 hairdryers, the rage-baiter and his dubious five million quid “reward”, and the latest dump of Mandelson files, which had TV political editors breaking into hot flushes of expectation over something that turned out to be a nine-inch pile of nothingness. I dump more interesting food packaging into my recycle bin. And I’m a