Yes, he’s gone! Rupert Murdoch, the dirty digger of Fleet Street, admired by a few as the scourge of the print unions, vilified by the…
Month: July 2012
The countdown begins. Fourteen days to the opening ceremony of the greatest sporting spectacle on earth, and in London’s very own backyard, formerly known as…
Sorry to harp on about LIBOR and the exploits of bad-boy bankers, but attempts to implicate the Bank of England and certain Labour politicians into…
I start the week with a confession: yesterday afternoon, the rain tipping down outside, I took to my armchair to watch the European Cup Final…
The Scientologists sound utterly mad, don’t they? Not to mention creepy, as Rupert Murdoch has recently tweeted. I mean, really, how seriously is one supposed…
The newspapers report yet another account of a typical day in the City of London: a fresh banking scandal erupts; one more stellar executive bites…