Daily Mail journalist discovers that sex isn’t illegal…read on…
Melissa Kite, well known Daily Mail journalist, is in the habit of of taking her dog for a daily walk in a well known ‘gay’ cruising area. We know it is daily because she tells
The picture editors were busy yesterday. The winsome portrayals of Madeleine McCann, once the picture of choice if the word paedophilia was to be mentioned in the media, were passed over. The aging shots of Jimmy Savile dusted down again, a
The Barons ‘B’, Barnes and Birkenhead, have their feet firmly under the table. The Baronial table that is. The one that has Jessica Cecil standing guard outside to protect the duo from the wilder excesses of their fiefdom.
Abu Mustaffa-Tax Denis Healey, the infamous hate preacher was universally condemned last night by leaders of all sensible parties. 95 year old Abu Denis Healey has been accused of delivering foul tirades against poor Ed Miliband
Emma Kingsbury’s children are being driven into ‘child poverty’ by heartless Tory policies. From tomorrow, her housing benefit will be reduced by £15 a week – the so called ‘bedroom tax’.
Pan-European immigration to the UK currently runs at around 50,000 a year. A third of the net immigration – that is the number of migrants that arrive in the UK minus the number of British citizens who
Ooh, that Richard Littlejohn is a terrible man, and the Daily Mail, dreadful paper! Why just three months ago, he was demanding that young children be protected from the full onslaught of adult sexuality, as they were ‘too young to deal with it’.
It is an unexplained mystery that many hard-hitting interviews by Eddie Mair with left of centre politicians have disappeared from the unbiased BBC’s archives.
After much painstaking archeological research, a few fragments of these interviews have been recovered. We
The Brain drain continues. David Miliband, the geeky brother, the one with personality, fully formed ideas and a smidgen of decency about him, has decided to throw in the towel. There is no future in Labour for such
Donkey’s years ago, or should that be hace años de burro, Ms Raccoon was hitchhiking along the Spanish coast, heading for Algeciras and the Tangier ferry. The coast road wasn’t a solid line of hotels in those days, it was barren
After getting on for 7 years, the Inspector Gadget blog had become an institution in the Blogosphere. A window on the world of ‘canteen culture’; the real personalities behind the bland politically correct sound bites that emanated from the
I am sorry to be a bit slow out of the blocks, but I have a lot on my plate at the moment and don’t always keep up with the news. So the following matter only
Remember when the Guardian first started making allegations that the News of the World had hacked Millie Dowler’s phone and deleted messages? Remember how it soon became ’murdered Millie’s’ phone, just in case we had missed the point that this was a heartless
As a Roman Catholic, I mentioned to our learned editor Anna that it might be a good idea for me to make some observation on the appointment of the new Pope. She kindly agreed. I had,
Who says Community Service doesn’t work? Why for a whole year Eric Joyce, the charming Scottish MP for Falkirk, stayed out of trouble after being fined £3,000 and ordered to pay his victims £1,400 in compensation following a drunken brawl in
British phlegm, an objective judicial system, the state acting as dispassionate arbitrator of social problems, a dignified burial at the end of your days, your home as impregnable castle – as much as the bowler hat, the double decker bus, the distinctive taxi, and Big Ben’s authoritative tones
Ping! went the computer in the middle of the night as a rash of correspondents e-mailed to warn me that yet another Savile report was out. Several pointed to the Guardian headline published a dutiful couple of minutes after
A while ago, someone drew my attention to a Tweet from @fleetstreetfox regarding Lord Rennard. I was quite shocked at the time, for Susan Boniface has said that the reason she took up the ‘anonymous identity ‘ of fleetstreetfox was
When I was a lad, the “interweb” did not, of course, exist. Now, huge amounts of information are accessible at the click of a mouse. This allows your humble scribe to indulge his interest in history, human and
We don’t often get the chance to plumb the Delphian depths of the Investigative Journalist’s crania. Reading the Pollard report transcripts as Nick Pollard gamely ventured into that philosopher’s bourn known as Merion