The Curmudgeon

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

The Fearless Journalist

Once upon a time, in a small island country which had never quite recovered from being terrorised by an evil dragon thirty years before, a Fearless Journalist spent several decades carrying out a series of fearless interviews with various servants of the incumbent Prime Minister. This Prime Minister was known for having a Moral Compass which had undergone considerable readjustment thanks to the magnetism of high finance. He had also helped to involve the little island in several disastrous wars, and had presided over an economic crisis, a corruption scandal and various sporting failures. Accordingly, the Fearless Journalist boiled down his interviews into five hundred pages of anecdote about the Prime Minister's personal charmlessness and frequent defenestrations of minor aides. When asked why his book, The Party Pooper, said nothing about Government policy-making except insofar as it was a catalyst for amusingly violent personal relationships, the Fearless Journalist awoke, sweating with terror, under a pile of Personal Assistants.

2 Comments:

  • At 3:45 pm , Anonymous darjeeling junkie said...

    Another leftwing extremist who thinks that this ludicrous non-story is in some way a distraction from more important stuff.If you love Saddam so much why don't you go and live there?

     
  • At 3:49 pm , Blogger Philip said...

    Because, despite my considerable financial incompetence, I have not yet been bailed out sufficiently to afford the fare.

     

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