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Rebekah Wade’s none-too-subtle warning to George Osborne to keep his mouth shut appears to have arrived a skerrick too late:
Independent – Cameron, Murdoch and a Greek island freebie: Media tycoon’s son-in-law paid for Conservative leader’s flights for meeting on yacht in Santorini. The Tory leader has not revealed his talks with Mr Murdoch. In the Commons register of interests, he discloses that on 16 August, a private plane provided by the public relations guru Matthew Freud took his wife, Samantha, and two of their children from Farnborough to Istanbul. Mr Freud is married to Elisabeth Murdoch. A source in the private jet industry estimated the Camerons’ flights would have cost around £34,300 in total. One witness said that the dozen or so guests at Mr Freud’s party gathered on Mr Murdoch’s yacht for drinks before moving on to Mr Freud’s for dinner. They included the singer Billy Joel, Rebekah Wade, editor of the Murdoch-owned newspaper The Sun, and Ben Silverman, co-chairman of the American television network NBC Universal.
Now, as we wait for details of *those* conversations to emerge, here’s a musical tribute to George Osborne and his habit of saying too much, both on and off the yachts of the super-rich:
Take it away, Billy…
Well, it’s no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line
You couldn’t see it was time to go home
Iain Dale, the man who feigns tears like a little schoolgirl and screams “Insult! Troll! Stalkerrrrr!” if someone dares to use the comments function on his ‘blog’ to (*gasp*) submit criticism or question his version of events, has declared that the Tories should unleash the attack dogs and doesn’t appear too fussy about who takes on this role. Those of us who have watched Iain actively promoting carefully-selected works of the notorious attack dog and homophobe Paul ‘Guido Fawkes’ Staines won’t be too surprised about that.
Take it away, Billy…
You used to call me paranoid
But even you can not avoid
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure
[Yes, I know neither track is from Glass Houses, but how perfect do you expect serendipity to be?]
UPDATE – Another rough ‘comments’ day for Iain, though the most revealing exchange today took place in a previous thread; apparently, Iain ‘Ambassador’ Dale doesn’t care about any negative impact his actions may have, so long as his readership figures keep climbing. Damn, I wish I’d thought of that years ago. I could’ve been world-famous in Westminster by now.