This is what happens when decent journalists are too scared to pay Old Bill for top notch stories – we end up with a media pawing at the ground and following each other round the track with a non-story of an ex-NOTW personage who saved the tax payer money by fostering Dobbin for two years – and the Prime Minster refuses to confirm or deny whether he had any part in easing the burden on the taxpayer.
Quite right too, we can’t be exposed to evidence that evil Tories had any knowledge that this practice of saving the money of hard working Glaswegians was going on throughout the horsey set, and had been for years. Quite disgraceful. The rich should buy their own horses. They have no entitlement to feed and house old nags that are rightfully the financial responsibility of hard pressed families.
The pursuit of Murdoch has reached its nadir, or is that neigh-dir?
Last night we had a tearful Welsh slapper, gulping and snivelling as she explained to a sympathetic BBC announcer how devastated she was to have become a ‘household name’ merely so Murdoch could make a ‘profit’. (Sorry to mention that word on a family site, but there was no alternative). There she was, hiding away in obscurity on ITVs ‘Big, big talent show’, happily cursing, swearing and getting blind drunk in Cardiff, with no intention of anybody ever noticing her, until the evil Murdoch, ‘just for profit’, started mentioning the Â£12 million pound profit she had made courting obscurity, the ocean going yacht, and the insults to the Queen, the fact that all the booze was making her look – in her words – ‘a bit of a heifer’ – and the resulting ‘press intrusion ruined her life’.
Listening to the reports of the Leveson Inquiry, one would be forgiven for believing that pound notes fly out of nowhere and stick to Murdoch’s wallet merely for mentioning that Welsh slappers are cursing, swearing, and falling down dead drunk. Every BBC or Sky report that I have seen fails to mention that ‘we are all in this together’. They never ever say who’s pound notes they are.
They are of course, the pound notes of an army of Welsh slappers, and Glaswegian pugilists, who reward Murdoch for bringing them news of the success or failure of their icons by purchasing his papers. If they didn’t like the content of his papers they wouldn’t buy them, and then the evil Murdoch wouldn’t be making a ‘profit’. Sorry to mention that word again. See, News International isn’t like the BBC, you don’t have to pay a fat fee for merely having the ability to listen to their news, you can take it or leave it on a daily basis.
News International is considered ‘too powerful’ – that is why they want it taken out and shot – leaving the BBC as the only powerful one – bringing you news of nail bars, cuddly pandas, horses that grew to look like their owners, the stars of ‘Neigh-bars’ and EastEnders that got beaten up by a hack that got to look like their fostered nag, and a Prime Minister that refuses to confirm whether he ever sat on a Police horse, or hacked with a hacker on an old hack….
Hackety-hack, hackety-hack, mind you shut that stable door behind you.
Update: thanks to commenter ‘Brian’ I am now advised that horses on retirement from the Met are NOT to be ridden, so where is the evidence that Rebekah rode the horse – or Cameron for that matter?
At the end of the Police Horses working life the animal is re-homed at one of many identified establishments who have previously contacted the Mounted Branch with a view to offering a home.
The Mounted Branch is looking for suitable homes for retired horses, that is homes where the horse will not be ridden.
Anyone in the southeast of England offering such a home will be considered first.