kettles and pots

Buying a newspaper is always a mixed bag. So much of what passes for reportage these days is merely opinion dressed-up as fact. However today while rifling through the Sunday TImes I happened upon an article from journalist Rod Liddle. Rod’s principal claim to fame is cheating on a woman he’d married months before. As a sideline he’s assistant editor of the Spectator. I can hardly contain my awe and respect! Today, however, he’s condemning Roy Keane as a “thug” who’s favoured riposte is “stick it up your b&**()ks”. “…If this was an honest, decent world… he’d still banged up”. At least he’s not “as thick as a plate of mince” as he indirectly alledges Rio Ferdinand is. Is it just me or does this kind of journalistic sermonising leave a foul taste in your mouth? Mr. Liddle is a verbal thug who habitually insults personalities from the relative safety of his newspaper columns to gain notoriety, popularity, feed his ego and increase his bank balance. It’s a living I suppose but give me an honest yet flawed footballer anyday.