The front page of today’s Telegraph is disturbing for many reasons. There is a huge colour photograph of an apocalyptic figure blowing his horn in front of a bonfire: it shows “Andrew Brown, joint master of the Saltergate Hunt.” Well, that’s the last time I go for a drink with Rupert, then. Never know where you’ll end up.
But there is also smaller photograph of Michael Barrymore, looking pained, as well he might, at the splash, which starts “The Anglican Church is on the brink of a fundamental split over the issue of homosexuality, the Archbishop of Canterbury. Dr George Carey, warned yesterday.”
That’s two things the subs should have caught. You don’t put “fundamental splits” and homosexuality in the same pararaph; and, if you do, you don’t have Michael Barrymore watching them from a story about the corpse of a guest found floating in his swimming pool whose body “showed signs of a serious sexual assault.”
I rang up a friend on the Telegraph to tease him about this; and he asked “Do you know what one of the policemen said about the poor man’s injuries? He said that when they fished him out of the pool, his arse looked like the Japanese flag.”
oh Yuck! What can I do but share?