murdochs confidential

Rupert Murdoch sat stone faced in his office.
He looked like Uluru.
His son James Murdoch entered all of a fluster.
"Dad," said James, "our media empire is threatened by two immediate crises, either one of which could sink us."
"What are they?" barked Rupert Murdoch.
"Firstly," said James Murdoch, "the British have discovered our attempts to subvert parliament and the police through the amoral culture of corruption, phone tapping, computer hacking, bribery and sabotage, endemic at our newspapers."
"What else?" rapped Rupert Murdoch unmoved.
"Well secondly," said James Murdoch, "Lukwesa Burak has got an angry black woman haircut. It's like a 1960's Winnie Mandela."
"Bloody hell," gasped Rupert Murdoch suddenly ashen faced. "We're done for."