Mark Steyn says that Conrad Black will beat the rap — provided he gets a fair trial
In the Independent this week, Sir Peregrine Worsthorne was teetering on the brink of his Glenda Slagg moment. You know Miss Slagg’s style: Monday: ‘She was the People’s Princess. Goodbye, England’s rose, our Queen of Hearts, God bless her.’ Thursday: ‘Diana, arncha just sick of her, shallow bulimic old fag hag?’ Ever since Conrad Black got bounced from Hollinger International two years ago, Sir Peregrine has been filing columns and giving interviews denouncing Black as a blundering colonial who at the behest of his sinister Zionist trophy clothes-horse turned the Telegraph from a nice dull paper for bank managers into a snarling ‘American neocon propaganda sheet’ full of vulgar strident types like me and Janet Daley and effectively edited in Washington.
Are there still any ‘bank managers’ left to buy the Telegraph? Or have they all been relocated to the new centralised customer service centre in Estonia? Sir Peregrine’s analysis never struck me as terribly accurate.
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