As I’ve noted
previously, the now freesheet and correspondingly downmarket Evening Standard abandoned any idea of
impartiality during the London Mayoral elections and effectively became the London Daily Bozza, such was its fawning
support for occasional Mayor Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson. And now, that
uncritical worship of the Blond has gone national.
Because Rupe’s downmarket troops at the Super Soaraway
Currant Bun have clearly been instructed to ditch the last vestiges of support
for Young Dave – who caused them yet more grief by setting up the Leveson
Inquiry – and transfer their allegiance to Bozza. Why should this be? Ah well,
but reason and rationale need not enter. It’s a bit like Life Of Brian – it’s ‘cos it’s written, that’s why.
So while Trevor Kavanagh, he of famous last words like “the Sun
is not a swamp that needs draining” – uttered just before yet more arrests
of hacks and hangers on at the, er, Sun
– is away from the office, his deputy Tom Newton Dunn (another of those “posh boys” so disliked by Nadine
Dorries, and another
with form for workplace bullying) has stepped into the breech.
Oo-er! Cripes!! Down, Percy!!!
“Free
sarnies are gone – now it’s time to earn a crust” thunders TND,
making even less sense than the average Sun
hack. Ah, but this is about “The Prêt à
Manger problem”. Which is
what, exactly? Well, this comes from Bozza observing that he noticed very few
Brits working there. Yes, like any good empirical Bozza research, it isn’t. Did
this get backed up by any figures? Did it heck.
So does Tom Newton
Dunn provide those figures that Bozza so carelessly mislaid? Nope. But he does
rant on about all those under 24 who are unemployed, and concludes that many of
them should be working at Prêt,
and that they aren’t doing so because they either can’t be arsed – all those
generous benefits being showered on them, don’t y’know – or aren’t good enough.
And from there, TND
segues neatly into Bozza’s declaration that he’s setting up an enquiry into why
all these dastardly foreigners are getting work while Brits are not, which
should make for interesting reading, given its premise is built on a sum total
of zero credible research. Most likely it will get quietly filed away next to
Bozza’s equally fatuous “driverless Tube
trains” rubbish.
But the exercise
does allow the Sun to talk up the occasional Mayor: “That’s what you get with Boris. Unlike the
ever-wobblier David Cameron, he’s not scared of focus groups, oddball svengali
advisors, control freak mandarins, his party’s Right wing, or Nick Clegg. He
just gets on with being Boris”. Which means what, exactly? We’ve got lots
of folk out of work. How does Bozza being himself change things?
That is not told. But the Sun’s new hero is talked up, so
that’s all right, then.
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