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Saturday, October 25, 2008

Freud, Schöner Götterfunken

Daveybloke, the Cuddly Conservative, has accused the Independent newspaper of stealing his party's political clothes with "a desperate attempt to make something out of nothing". The nothing in this case was dinner with Rupert Murdoch who, as owner of a substantial chunk of Britain's news media and the Sun, seems to be the kind of foreigner most immigrant-bashers can do business with. Daveybloke was conveyed into the Presence by the private jet of Murdoch's son-in-law, Matthew Freud; though, given Daveybloke's occasional commitment to appearing sort of greenish at times, it is always possible that he swam across the Aegean to Murdoch's yacht, while the jet transported his briefcase. Daveybloke and his family were also treated to a sailing holiday in Turkey, perhaps to compensate for the company on board the yacht, which seems to have included Murdoch's favourite expert on paediatrics and domestic violence. However, as with Peter Mandelson's and George Osborne's cuddling up to Oleg Deripaska, or Pauline Neville-Jones' part-time work for the charmingly-named Dmitry Flirtash, it appears that nothing remotely untoward was going on - no honours sold, no influence bought, no regulations circumvented, no conditions made, no kickbacks promised, and the freedom of the Press and the integrity of the bloke left as unsullied as anything possibly could be after dinner with Rupert Murdoch at his son-in-law's expense.

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