we so excited
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Dave is in the front seat,
Gordon’s in the back seat…
A few days ago Rebekah Brooks’ husband accidentally gave away a bag of electronics to the police. It’s possibly he was trying to remove some things in case their flat was searched. Somehow he ended up leaving the bag somewhere, and the apartment’s security picked it up and gave it over to the police instead of giving it back to him. I can’t fault him for the sentiment; computers are private and contain a lot of stuff that’s no one else’s business and it must be difficult to back up all the stuff you don’t want to lose if all your hardware is going to be confiscated. And it is wrong that the police now have a bunch of electronics which probably don’t concern them, because they’ve completely avoided the small amount of accountability they’d be held to in having to obtain a warrant.
But really, Rebekah, it just goes to show that you should leave your bumbling husband and come and live with me. I can’t train horses like he can, but as far as I know, you’re not a horse. I can take care of all your computer woes like he can’t. In exchange I get to play with your hair. Yes?
life imitates art
Rupert Murdoch: Mr Burns
James Murdoch: Smithers
Rebekah Brooks: Sideshow Bob.
Sideshow Bob (left), Rebekah Brooks (right)
You might think this is a transparent ploy to decorate my blog with pictures of her. And you’d be entirely right, so here is another one. Isn’t she a fox?
Rebekah Brooks
To be honest I don’t really care that much about phone hacking. I was initially vaguely interested and maybe something approaching outraged, but it subsided a few minutes after I realised it didn’t affect me. I probably care about it even less than I cared about the MP expenses thing, and like the expenses thing it looks set to run and run. But if I can turn on the TV and have a pretty good chance of seeing Rebekah Brooks then as far as I’m concerned that’s a license fee well spent. I don’t know if it’s the mass of red hair or the (probably) unintentional coyness or the fact she’s an evil and ruthless bitch, but oh my god, HOT.
I just wish they’d crop Rupert Murdoch’s animated corpse out of the frame.
I MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR WHOM I FIND ATTRACTIVE.
Although I probably would if Rupert Murdoch was the object of my affections.
Update: Oh dear she’s been arrested. That is a shame. How is this relationship going to work if you’re in jail, Rebekah?
Update #2: Charlie Brooker’s take on the matter is, as usual, hilarious.
