Exit of Murdoch would not be a cause for cheer
AS the smoke lifts from the battlefield after the most tumultuous week in the modern history of the British press, it is possible to discern a number of spent figures, living and dead.
There lie the mutilated corpses of Rebekah Brooks and of Murdoch lieutenant Les Hinton, a far more substantial player. Over there is Rupert himself, badly, possibly fatally, wounded -- and that staggering, mud-caked man by his side is his son James, who will never lead his father's bedraggled army.
A few onlookers may find this scene affecting; most are exultant. But what of the future of newspapers? Of individual titles? Pleased as I am to see proud Rebekah humbled, I believe the press as a whole is weaker than it was a week ago.