The End of The News of The World

I actually feel sad that today saw the last issue of The News of The World. Not that I had ever bought the paper (although I must admit I would always flick through it if any friends of mine had bought it and had left it lying around). I feel sorry for the fact that something quintessentially British has come to an end after 168 years... and in such a shoddy way. I am certainly not condoning the behaviour of the journalists involved in the phone hacking of murder victims or soldiers fighting in Afghanistan... but I seriously do not give a sh*t whether the likes of Hugh "I'm a bumbling toffee nosed tw*t" Grant or Steve "Aah ha!" Coogan have had their undoubtly uninteresting phone conversations listened to. In fact isn't it unsurprising the amount of non-entities who have stepped forward and announced that they believe their personal phone calls were spied upon. Perversely it seems it is positively cool to say "My phone was hacked by the News of The World. And what has happened? The supremely repulsive Rupert Murdoch and his vile son have shut down the newspaper... and the ugly and nasty looking bitch who was the editor at the time and is now CEO (I detest that term) of News International has got away scot free whilst the employees have been branded as scapegoats. The whole thing stinks. The News of The World may have employed dubious tactics but it deed reveal some hot undercover stories... and did embarrass plenty of scumbags who deserved to be embarrassed. Who is going to do that now?

Rant over.