Cameron v. Murdoch

There's nothing even remotely surprising about the Cruddas 'bluster', or the fact of Cameron's 'kitchen suppers'(the latest thing in cool dining) for top Tory party donors. Though the class aspect is a bit interesting. Peter Cruddas was offered the post of Tory party co-treasurer in June 2011, taking over from David Rowland, and sharing with Lord Fink, both high-level donors themselves who have both been present at dinners chez Sam and Dave. But, although Peter Cruddas's donation of £382,451 in (you guessed it) 2011 is well over the Premier League sum of £250,000 requirement for intimate invitations, Cruddas, unlike Fink and Rowland was not, as Cameron has carefully pointed out, one of the boys shooting the breeze around the prime minister's kitchen table.

Cruddas is a billionaire whose journey 'from East End lad to "Monaco Boy"’ has left him with the voice of a market trader of the sort that sells winkles rather than shares. He's rich, he's useful, but he really isn't quite right for the Cheltenham, Eton, Bullingdon, Number Ten set. Excellent for Tory PR in the Conservative Home Gazette:

Today's Daily Mail reports that as the son of a meat porter in the East End, he left school at fifteen, yet has gone on to become Britain's fifteenth richest man.

But he just won't do for intimate billionaire suppers. Please note that 'yet', all you Tories from the East End, or from 'hard-working families'.

The great pleasure for me, however, in the Cruddas affair, is the stink of the cockpit as Murdoch's Sunday Times scams Cameron's Tory party after Cameron (resisting all the way, of course) sets the Leveson Inquiry in motion. My favourite tweeter, Rupert Murdoch tweeted on Sunday:

Great Sunday Times scoop. What was Cameron thinking? No-one, rightly or wrongly, will believe his story.

Of course there must be a full independent inquiry on both sides. In great detail, and with consequences. Trust must be established.

I say 'tweeted', but I mean 'crowed'. Who couldn't see the Murdoch retribution coming? Cameron. Who couldn't see that eventually the illegal doings of News International would come to light? The Murdochs. So although I'm generally averse to blood sports, I've settled into a ringside seat for this brawl, in the knowledge that it's not just pure entertainment, but that the likely outcome of a cock fight is the bloody death of both vicious creatures. Today, a nasty gash has appeared on the Murdoch bird as his possible (I use the word merely legally) involvement with On Digital's crash is exposed. More, more...