Pot, kettle and Murdoch
Isn't it wretched to see the Metropolitan Police being harassed in the phone-hacking affair, writes Peter Rhodes.
Isn't it wretched to see the Metropolitan Police being harassed in the phone-hacking affair, writes Peter Rhodes.
The Met may not be the squeaky-cleanest of organisations but hacking is hardly a hanging offence. No-one died and only a few people were embarrassed or inconvenienced.
The suggestion that the Met, at a time when suicide bombers were targetting London, should have thrown men and resources at what is no more than the electronic equivalent of peeking into someone's desk diary is ludicrous.
Meanwhile are you playing spot-the-prat as the great and good queue up to take a pop at the Met and Rupert Murdoch ?
Yes, there they all are: the flasher, the pervert, the warmonger, the perjurer, the procurer, the thief and more adulterers and expenses fiddlers than you can shake a stick at.
Welcome to the immoral high ground.





