Although his LinkedIn profile has not yet been updated, Dylan Sharpe, former PR for the Murdoch Sun, who was a SpAd for Damian Green until the former Deputy PM had to walk the plank recently, has since moved not just to be a SpAd at 10 Downing Street, but has now been confirmed as Head of Broadcast there. This demonstrates excellently the way in which Theresa May bends over backwards to appease the Press Establishment.
Dylan Sharpe. Claims to be a PR specialist. No, don't laugh
Sharpe, another of those Clever People Who Talk Loudly In Restaurants, would in most walks of life not have been let near such a role, but in the looking glass world of the Westminster bubble, all things are possible, even for the terminally inept.
HE SENT THEM ALL AN UNSOLICITED NUDE PHOTO
Exactly how inept Sharpe is can be seen from his recent achievements, none of which can be put down to the credit column. His talent for routine idiocy was typified by his intervention in the Sun’s campaign against Labour MP Emily Thornberry, where he claimed “‘Van driver’ bro of Em Thornberry who ‘put the record straight’ is actually a trendy fashion photographer in New York”. The man in question was actually working in London.
But it was over the Sun’s abandonment of Page 3 topless photos where Sharpe came properly unstuck: after the paper had apparently stopped the feature, there was one last “Mammary relapse” [geddit?!?!?]. To celebrate this event, Sharpe sent the topless photo - unsolicited, please note - to several women, including Kay Burley of Sky News, and then Labour deputy leader Harriet Harman. Creep by name, creep by nature.
Even his “apology” was laced with deflection, victimhood, and claims that it was only “Banter”. After Grace Dent told “This isn’t an apology. It’s gloating and drawing attention to his ‘banter’”, he blubbered “please Grace, it’s an apology - don’t start the hate again”. What he did was “banter”, and people saying otherwise engaged in “hate”.
Worse, Alex Spence, a proper journalist at the Times, had been briefed from within the Murdoch empire that Page 3 was ending, so when Sharpe’s “relapse” came out, his credibility was shot. Spence walked the plank; the useless Sharpe stayed.
HE USED A MOTHER'S GRIEF TO KICK THE LABOUR LEADER
It got yet worse: Sharpe claimed there was a “hate mob” after him, after he was mocked for cluelessly asking of a BBC debate “Why does this audience only ask questions about newsworthy issues?” The PR at the Sun needed telling why that should be.
So we know who's in charge of the Government ...
Could it get even worse? As if you need to ask. After the Nepal earthquake in 2015, the Mirror had splashed on a mother whose baby had been pulled alive from the rubble. For many, this would have been off limits, but not to the sneering Sharpe: “I will accept the shit but who does this pic on the Mirror's splash remind you of..?” he sniggered into his reassuringly expensive latté. He was trying to suggest that the baby’s mother bore a resemblance to Ed Miliband. Laugh? I thought I’d never start.
... and we didn't get to elect him
And the misogynist, laddish, victimhood-playing creep responsible for that cretinous idiocy has just been promoted to Head of Broadcast at 10 Downing Street. No appointment shows more clearly the ability of ineptitude to fail upwards, the detachment from reality of our Government, and Theresa May’s subservience to the Press Establishment.
Dylan Sharpe isn’t worth paying in washers. But you’re paying for him anyway.