The word 'Committee' conjures up images of clerkly people sitting round a boring table doodling with slightly bitten biros. It carries only very slightly any suggestion of dramatic, incisive, and virile action.
I was never surprised that Baroness Thatcher, sending her fleet to the Falklands in order to biff Brother Argie, called it a 'Task Force'. I wonder if she coined the phrase??
Since then, in Whitehall the term has pretty well displaced the word 'Committee'.
But perhaps it is in turn showing signs of aging ... of itself needing the attention of a taxidermist.
Because yesterday, I heard a politician promising the setting up of "A Gold Command Task Force".
One of those really would make Brother Chinaman tremble in fear.