
I watched the Select Committee with that increasingly sinking feeling you get, viewing an over hyped cup final. Billed as judgement day , the arch uber villain Mr M was to finally face his unalloyed epilogue. What we got was worthy of a restoration comedy of manners, where Mr. Magoo’s Oscar winning portrait of demented ignorance, went unchallenged, culminating in the welcomed pantomime of a bungled pieing (albeit disrupting the poignancy of Corby’s Louise Mensch's questioning).
Select Committee?
Over 40 years Murdoch has contemptuously dealt with all comers, reserving his highest disdain for politicians, whom he routinely threatened with exposure (when they
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