BROKEN-HEARTED bachelor Rupert Murdoch has been dumped. Here he talks us through how true love ended so soon.
I should have listened to what my father told me. Not ‘screw all the bastards, I’d screw over the whole world forever if I could.’ I listened to that.
But ‘son, you never know how a woman really feels until you’ve shed your human form’ which turned out to be just as true. And I don’t mind me saying it’s left me pretty bloody hurt.
I really trusted Ann. So I took her up to my private vivarium, and I said ‘Honey, there’s something you should know about me. Something… wonderful.’
Eagerly awaiting her reaction, I took my scalp in both hands, tore down the hidden seam, and revealed my true reptile self. ‘Babe,’ I said, ‘I’m a hyperintelligent Illuminati lizard whose ancestors migrated to this world from Sirius 13,700 years ago.’
And what happened? She screamed. She backed away. She said, and these words will scar me forever, ‘bad enough that you’re the evil media bastard who’s driven the world to ruin, but a f**king lizard?’
Wendi never said that. She much preferred me in lizard form. Jerry was fine with it, obviously, because Mick was one. I guess I’d forgotten that people can be so horribly, irrationally prejudiced.
And now I find myself alone again, mateless, with only another 170 years until the Great Spawning. So find compassion in your heart, because under it all Rupe’s just like you.