An Afternoon Without Rupert Murdoch
So, Rupert, you weren't here with me listening to Radio 5 Live on a very blowy Saturday afternoon.
Were you not tempted by Ian Robertson's fantastic description of the match at Twickenham? OK - sometimes they interrupted with football scores or racing results. Sometimes Chris Robshaw scored a try and we didn't find out till they'd talked to another commentator somewhere else who's watching something completely different. Sometimes Owen Farrell scored one and I could almost see it! But you don't get better blow by blow commentary than this. I'm not going to watch the news. I'm going to wait till later and see the tries as part of the highlights I'm taping. I don't want to ruin the run up to them too much by knowing what's coming too soon.
Why weren't you listening on the radio then?
Maybe you've got Sky television. Maybe you've got lots of money or something? Maybe you think it's alright to sell your soul and watch what belongs to this country on something you have to pay extra for and lots of people can't afford. Something invented in England. Something we've spread to many other countries and still manage to be good at ourselves. They'll sell the Coronation next. Or Wimbledon.
Well, your loss, because you missed out there. I might have made you a cup of tea and offered you a biscuit. But in case you didn't hear the score, England won.