The most immediate question facing Prime Minister Boiko Borissov’s administration is not, as his opposition detractors bleat, that he has no plan for Bulgaria’s economic recovery. It is whether he will emulate his immediate predecessor by taking part in a celebrity dancing contest on television.

Sergei Stanishev did so, and in a prelude to what happened at the European Parliament and national parliamentary elections, came nowhere.

There is no business like show business, not even politics, not even in Bulgaria. Ask Nikolai Svinarov, he of the allegations surrounding his defence ministry of having had two official luxury vehicles painted pink for his daughter’s prom (see Petar Kostadinov’s column). Out of office, Svinarov donned a dark fedora and appeared on television, crooning on stage for charity.

We know that Borissov owns a fedora, because we have archive photos; but perhaps the least said about the Prime Minister’s sartorial choices the better. Recently, meeting the chief of a large company, Borissov appeared in what seemed to be a fluffy hooped rugby jersey, while his interlocutor was in suit, collar and tie.

Frankly, my dear, I don’t think that Borissov gives a damn, and if he can pull off all that it seems he is poised to do, I could not care less if he appears at the next European Council summit dressed as Tinkerbelle (with matching pink limousine, if the Defence Ministry has any record of where the paint was kept).

Whether in Brussels or Moscow, Borissov may appear as he pleases; television is more difficult, especially because one of two rival celebrity dancing shows forthcoming on Bulgarian television promises "erotic ballet", whatever that may be. By the way, I do hope you have that Tinkerbelle image out of your mind by now.

Top hat and tails should be more Borissov’s style, perhaps with a spring in his step as he propels various former cabinet ministers and other senior officials towards long-running appearances in a remake of Jailhouse Rock. The pretentiousness of state and government photo opportunities is a topic in itself.

Where once suits and ties were de rigeur, now there are any number of variations, including my personal bugbear, the "no ties" meeting, where leaders are photographed with hastily-denuded collars, but expensive taxpayer-funded suits and crinkle-free white shirts still in place, in several cases looking rather like waiters who have just come off duty. It is absurd; the nature of a prior protocol agreement to have a "no ties" meeting is that, mentally, all concerned are wearing ties.

Still, give me the don’t-give-a-damn style of a Borissov any day, over a pretentiously camouflage-clad Castro or tent-bearing nauseating Gaddaffi, or for that matter, a freshly pressed Western pol of any country of your choice.

Should Borissov dance? Only in celebration, at the 100th big-time criminal sent to jail. Your cue, Prime Minister.