Rebekah Brooks, chief executive of News International, is going through the first editions of the Sunday papers. Her mobile rings and it’s Rupert Murdoch at the other end:
RB: Hello
RM: What's going on?
RB: We have some good stuff in the papers. The paywall is nearly….
RM: I’m interest in the polls, dam it. I only back winners. I’m not going to have my reputation ruined by a young upstart. I should never have listened to you and that chap Coulson. I’m flying over.
RB: You can’t. The airports are closed.
RM: Don’t tell me what to do. I run the world not Charlie Whelan.
RB: No, it’s nothing to do with the unions. A volcano has erupted and……
RM: Right that does it. The Brits are hopeless. Us Aussies will have to save the day. Where’s Trevor Kavanagh? He knows how we do things down under.
RB: We could organise a conference ….
RM: We don’t need a bloody telephone hook up. You just rolled over when Cameron put on the charm act. Now….
RB: But you did the same when Blair…
RM: That was different. Blair had Mandelson and Campbell behind him. All Cameron has is George Osborne.
RB: Well, what shall we do?
The phone goes dead. A few minutes later Trevor Kavanagh rings:
TK: Rupert is in a right state. He is going to speak with Mandelson to see if he can pull it off. Meanwhile, I will draft a leading article for his approval, just in case we need it. Goodnight.
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