What a plonker…. What an absolute disgrace!
International business magnate Rupert Murdoch agrees to give evidence to one of the countries most respected investigatory bodies – the parliamentary select committee. Murdoch is there politely answering questions when out from the wings leaps an incompetant anarchist armed only with a custard pie. How outrageous. As someone involved in radical direct action politics in the 1970s, I cannot think we would ever have attempted such a futile pathetic action.
Opening bid for hurling at ministers – Prime ministers even (as Edward Heath found out to his cost) – was a bag of indelible ink . Paint is good, so are eggs. To get so close and fall so short simply underscores that today’s youth just havn’t a clue when it comes to direct action.
Sadly, confined as i am to my hospital bed I couldn’t be there today hurling things. Hopefully the opportunity
will reappear. In the meantime if any of today’s lacklustre generation of political ‘jetants’ wish to salvage their reputation, suggestions on a postcard please as what should be thrown next time. It needs to be easily smugglable past police security and extra marks for things that would take two weeks to remove.