Yesterday was quite a good day to see some of the most loathsome self-serving gobshites in public life getting a kicking. First off was 45684 Huhne, fresh from 'B' Wing, who had sold the Guardian a story that he was wholly innocent and all his crimes are the fault of others. Although the Guardian believed it (it is always characteristic of congenital liars that they are praeternaturally gullible) Huhne was torn to shreds by both the Telegraph and the Mail for 'a self-serving and often self-pitying 900-word article'.
The best however was the Commons PAC under the formidable chairmanship of Comrade Margaret Hoxha. Lined up in front of her like delinquent schoolboys before the head, or a row of billiard balls ready for potting, were the smuggest and fattest of the BBC's Golden Triangle. Patten demonstrated how a man of his experience avoids a three-year stretch by gentle patrician condescension; he barely managed to avoid congratulating Hoxha for doing quite a good job for a young woman. For the rest, it was a public spectacle of Itchy and Scratchy mutual denunciation and veiled recrimination as claws slashed and fur flew, encouraged from time to time by Hoxha's Senate members. The Leader's own particular spite was reserved for Lucy Adams, erstwhile head of 'HR', sporting an attitude and a silver thumb-ring more suited to an argumentative teen than a public executive. Last time Adams had denied knowledge of a document that she actually helped author; at the first hint of a repetition the Leader snapped 'I'm not having any more lies this afternoon'
But Lucy Adams hadn't quite done with lying; perhaps it was her BBC training. 'Did you refer to these excessive payments as 'sweeteners'? asked the Senate. 'I have absolutely no recollection of that at all; it's not a word I would use' lied the egregious Ms Adams fluently. Unfortunately, it turned out a Senate member had a leaked email from an Adams subordinate in which she had employed precisely that word. Chairman Hoxha commented to the effect that Adams was only distantly acquainted with the concept of truthfulness to which I swear I heard a teenage girl respond ' That is sooooo unfair!'
Overall, job done. The BBC's bosses came across as fat, greasy, manipulative squanderers and spendthrifts grown sclerotic on long lunches and unaccountability; their purple faces, bluster, finger jabbing and insincerities condemned them just as certainly as confessions from water-boarding.