Sick of the General Election already?” I asked my dear old mum. “Too right I am,” she snapped. That was a month ago. Since then, the election coverage has been relentless.

The Tories for instance, currently spend over £100,000 per month on Facebook adverts. The backstabbing continues on YouTube.

The build-up to the General Election used to consist of five-minute party political broadcasts and a few unflicked pages in the newspaper. This time around it’s more like a series of I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

If the TV coverage gets any more like a game show perhaps the next Government can dispense with elections all together? Why not get Simon Cowell to decide who’ll be Prime Minister?

Today’s candidates are seen trying their hand at tenpin bowling, discussing their favourite bands and knocking back pints. Occasionally they’re permitted to say something about their policies.

Despite the US-style blanket coverage I think they all struggle in the popularity stakes compared to some of our former Prime Ministers.

Take the Irish-born Duke of Wellington, who smashed Napoleon’s forces at Waterloo 200 years ago. When a political opponent attacked Wellington over Catholic emancipation, how did Wellington react?

Did he launch a smear campaign? Did he go for a pint? No, he challenged his opponent to a duel. The two met, wielding pistols. And Wellington won.

Or take Winston Churchill, who helped pass The People’s Budget. First he helped the poor – by getting money out of the rich. Later, to win a war, he got money out of the Americans. I’m not convinced that Nigel Farage could get money out of a cash machine, let alone America.

Colourful characters abound. Our first Prime Minister Robert Walpole was thrown in jail while in office. Benjamin Disraeli rose from being the son of an undistinguished Jewish-Italian family to being one of our greatest Prime Ministers. Queen Victoria said he was “full of poetry, romance and chivalry”. Not many people can say that about David Cameron.

Fabulous drunks emerge, such as Herbert “Squiffy” Asquith. William Pitt the Elder led the country with severe gout. His son William Pitt the Younger apparently knocked back three bottles of port on his way to work as Prime Minister.

I admit they don’t sound ideal. But if offered a two-week break on a Greek Island with one of this bunch or with Nick Clegg, I know who I’d go for. Squiffy would win hands down.

With another two-and-a-half weeks of unrelenting coverage to come it astonishes me that no-one has seriously considered dispending with the lot of them.

If entertainment is so much more important than politics then why not abolish parliament altogether, and put Her Majesty the Queen in charge of everything?

Because that really would be worth watching.