mess. TAKING CELEBS SERIOUSLY IN INTERVIEWS to promote his new film Good Night, and Good Luck , a stern George Clooney has instructed journalists that we have "a duty to speak truth to power". He's right. If I had been sensible, I'd have given-up this political guff and become a showbiz reporter years ago. The editor would then have paid me to fly to the Golden Globes in Los Angeles. And yesterday when Clooney picked-up his award for best supporting actor, I could have taken him at his word and bellowed, "Oi, George! You've got a pretty face but no talent." As it is, I am stuck in London writing about the bloody Private Finance Initiative. ALL THE LIBERALS GO BERSERK TO IMPERIAL College to speak to the Fabian Society in the new Sir Alexander Fleming building. Architects have heaped prizes on it, but it is a depressing place -- like so much modern architects praise. For Blairites, the audience would have been more depressing still. The Fabians once formed Labour's reasonable brigade, but I found the PM had driven them mad. When I tentatively said that he had helped tens of millions of Muslims in Kosovo, Afghanistan and Iraq escape tyranny and genocide, they cried "what about Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan?" "Do you want a war or sanctions against them?" I asked. No, of course not. They just wanted a pretext to rage. One declared that British foreign policy had done no good since the abolition of the slave trade