I caught the Culture, Media and Sport Select Committee questioning of James Murdoch on the evening news a few days ago. We all knew he was being brought back because there was “discrepancy” between some prior employees versions of events and Mr Murdoch Jnrs. The previous appearance you may remember, had the custard pie or modern day equivalent foam on a paper plate sort of pie, moment.
It was appalling. Rupert Murdoch was “pied” in a room in Portcullis House, that’s just across the Square from the Houses of Parliament. Now regardless of what “Rupert” knew or didn’t and his questioning and everything else this incident made the whole process look amateurish.
The security in Portcullis House allowed a man to get a foam pie on a paper plate or with constituent parts to make a pie once he was inside past security. So the security was rubbish and a silly wee man with a hunger for publicity, his own anyway, demonstrated the complete inadequacy of security and ensured the days proceedings would be remembered for all the wrong reasons. The clips of the attack are still pretty popular on You Tube. The star was Wendi Deng, old Rupert’s younger wife who got to the attacker quicker than the Polis. How embarrassing for the Westminster set.
My next exhibit of silly wee men is of course Mr Tom Watson Labour MP of “You must be the first mafia boss in history who didn’t know he was running a criminal enterprise” fame. In one sentence the man managed to make the whole committee look like school playground bullies. Mr James Murdoch was faux shocked and appalled and called on the Chairman to take some sort of action. Too late. However not to be outdone Louise Mensch, a Tory MP, commented “Right, so far you are coming up empty* to which the committee sniggered. Practiced one liners abound. Who’s next to have a go no need to be hard enough.
The gravitas and seriousness of the events, which required the investigation by this “committee”, some of whom look as if they may need to be “committed” was gone. These self same committee members are MPs who represent their constituents who expect them to behave in the manner of an MP which include a certain decorum and of course decency. Okay that last bit about decorum may well be completely wishful thinking but you have to hope.
It would seem that the Murdochs bring out the worst in people although these “people” are perhaps making the most of the current situation. Now step forward the final exhibit of morality, tact and modesty – Mr Hugh Grant. You will remember him from films such as Four Weddings and a Funeral, Love Actually, About a boy etc. etc. His diverse acting abilities allowed him to portray a young, upper class and foppish chap. Oh wait! That’s the same part he’s always played. The same character. A major talent indeed, just nobody mention that lady in LA. Ssshhhhhh…
Mr Grant has decided that it’s time he spoke out about the raw deal that the gutter press give celebrities such as him and the Leveson Inquiry is the vehicle he has been waiting for. No mention of the press he chases when he’s publicising a new film mind. That’s different. The press go too far when they sniff a story apparently. He may be right. But “yi fly wi the craws.yi git shoat wi them anaw”.
He suggested that the Mail on Sunday hacked into his mobile phone. They say they didn’t. He’s a hero. He’s widened the net. The BBC like this.
The Guardian must be quaking in their boots. It won’t be that much longer before this spills over and they are caught in the net. Indignation? Oh there will be bucket loads of it. They will whine. They will throw mud around. They will be like rabbits in headlights. Their readership numbers will dwindle further. Smug smiles gone.
Then there’s the BBC. They will also reap what they sow.
Of course there are far more important things happening in the world right now but, hey, who cares, right?