I think 'Rupe' has it in for me. I told you some time ago that I had fallen out with my ex-best friend, 'Rupe' Murdoch, because I could no longer keep him, his various progeny and the increasing number of younger and younger wives in the style to which they all aspired , so I cancelled my Sky subscription. However, I still receive Sky News via the Free View Service channels which I am forced to watch because the only alternative is the BBC - yeeeeeees, quite! Mind you, Sky News is becoming so atrocious that I am seriously thinking of watching that English-speaking Russian Service. Yes, of course it lies but Sky News isn't much better. For the past few weeks, Sky have been referring to Michael Brown as "an unarmed teenager". Ah, poor baby, shot dead by that nasty policeman. But of course a correct and accurate description of the late Mr. Brown, who was 18 years old and thus qualified as an adult, should have read as 'a 20 stone criminal adult with numerous previous convictions who had just robbed a small store using violence against an Asian man and who resisted arrest, again with violence'. I know, I know, it takes longer for the news reader to say it but it gives the audience the facts of the matter.
This morning, suffering with a few twinges and twangs, I slumped before my TV and switched on Sky News only to see - SHLOCK-HORROR!!! - two of the most odious people in public life - David Mellor and Polly Toynbee. The first has just been exposed for what we all suspected years ago, that is, he's a pompous, stupid, bad-tempered, ignorant, fat pipsqueak. 'Poll', of course, is an A1 hypocrite of the first order in that she never stops inveighing against 'the rich' who avoid taxes whilst her own considerable wealth is held in an off-shore trust - just like Miliband's!
Then there was the endlessly repeated story about how many buildings in Britain fail to make adequate arrangements for 'crips'. Well, I'm heading towards the 'crip' condition but I don't expect special arrangements to be made. If they are not, then I will not go there, it's as simple as that. And I certainly don't want to hear the moans and groans from the 'crips' repeated every fifteen minutes!
Then there was another tediously repeated story about some jack-the-lad builder who went to Prague on a stag night weekend and disappeared. His family and friends have now descended on that city in an effort to whip up interest amongst the Czech inhabitants and their police force. Fair enough, I suppose, but, in a very deep and fundamental way, do I give a stuff and do I want the story repeated endlessly on my TV?
Incidentally, and to prove that humbuggery is alive and well in the South West of Britain, it is possible, as I indicated above, that over the next few years I might qualify as a 'crip' myself. I can't wait! All those decades of me spitting blood and nails because the 'crips' always get the best parking slots in the supermarkets but soon, perhaps, I will be able to glide into that privileged area and wave two fingers at the rest of you as you go round and round the car park trying to find a slot - heh, heh, heh!
Er, yes, of course, a very merry Christmas to you all!
