murdochs confidentialler

Rupert Murdoch sat at his desk on the top floor of the News International Building in London looking like Uhuru.
(Uluru surely? - Ed note)
His son James Murdoch entered stage left.
"Dad," cried James, "the peasants are revolting."
"So tell me something I don't know," answered Murdoch Pere grimly.
"No, no I mean our employees."
"Which of them is at it now?" groaned Rupert the Bear.
"It's Jannat Jalil one of your sexy news readers in Sector Seven Gee."
"What's wrong with her?" growled Lupert.
"She says she won't do the news from now on unless we let her wear a Burka on air," explained James.
Rupert Murdoch slowly lowered his head into his hands.
It was all becoming just a little bit too much.
Even for him.