Just another of the reasons Putrid Pickles abolished the Audit Commission. If government policy is to include an all but explicit acceptance of corruption in high places, then the last thing wantred would be auditors and inspoectors uncovering the evidence - and more to the point, preventing it from happening.
Imagin e the scenario. Developer wants to buold houses in Choocy Box Village but the residents, all being staunch Tories (and cowardly Tpories, more popularly known as Liberal Democrats) don't like the idea. Spoil the view of the 200 brave, fearless warriors hunting down a fox, just the one, on Boxing Day, donchaknow. Howver, one of these guardians of the community stands to make a killing from flogging the land, in the family since some long lost ancestor was given it by a king grateful for some help whipping the heads off recalcitrant peasants. So he has a quiet word with his chums on the planning committee and in return for a payment from the New Homes Bonus, they get to have a new bar funded by the council at the community golf centre, membership open to absolutely anyone with their own Lexus. The houses are built, a few big ones, with no need for any of those nasty little ones for the oiks because the Nieghbourhood Plan, kindly funded by the developers, said there was no need for any such thing. All concerned retire to the community golf club bar to exchange mysterious brown envelopes.
Meanwhile, the cleaners, caddies and bar men are happy to be there, given a chance for work related activity at the bar because it is a little nicer than scrubbing the sidewalks for a French multinational which has conveniently won both cleansing and Work Porgramme contracts. They don't mind commuting in from their rented rooms in a tenement block in the neighbouring (well 50 miles away - all relative, that would consitute living in the same house in say, Siberia) urban area. After all, they now know what's good for them.