J. Dross... laughing all the way to the beach.
In addendum to my previous frothing ATM post, the stoat learns this evening that Johnathan Ross ( Johnny Dross to us ) is to be suspended without pay for 3 months for his prat in the retarded Hirsute'd one's sick R2 phone prank. Of course at end of day the decision was all down to the filthy lucre, BBC can ill afford to lose the £9 mill' still due to land in his bin til' end of contract in 18 months time. If they'd have fired him, his notoriously busy lawyers ( oh yes he loves to dish out the dirt but is pretty quick on the old litigation trigger at the merest whiff of defamation back ) would have most likely extracted more than that in compensation and costs.
So. A light wrist-slap of three months without pay ( gee that'll really kill him ) and a conveniently seasonal window of opportunity for the talentless jumped-up gobby shyster to make another public statement of contrition then quietly jet off with his clovered family to the sun-drenched holiday villa to snicker from a great poolside deckchair-distance at the millions of licence payers from whom he's been allowed to leech off big time, as they struggle to endure a bleak winter of CC impoverishment.
As John Cooper Clarke once said... no one can find a good word for him. But I can - TW*T.
CHEEKY STOAT
SeasideMan
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People seem to be forgetting the most important thing here which is that this storm in a teacup was brewed up specifically to gloss over the current mess of potage that is the world financial kettle of worms.
And beat that for a mixed metaphor!
Tom.