As today’s Daily Record becomes the first newspaper in history to turn itself into toilet tissue before people read it http://wingsoverscotland.com/the-records-revenge/ let me tell you what this despicable, unprincipled, mind-numbingly boring, Labour tribal and professionally incompetent rag is really about.
This is a true story about a young woman, emotionally vulnerable after a family tragedy, living alone in a basement flat in Edinburgh, who was physically intimidated and harassed by the Record.
They found out her address, which she did not provide. When she didn’t answer the bell, they banged with a fist against her door knowing her to be in the property alone. She knew who it was, so stayed silent, cowering inside. An aggressive male shouted through the locked door: ‘We know you’re in there. We just want a photo. We’re not leaving ‘til we get one.’
They parked outside her address for two days – two men in a car. The photographer jumped out and confronted her neighbour, thinking it might be her. He took her picture without asking.
She was scared, but she was resourceful. She escaped through the window and the rear garden and avoided going out into the street. For two days she crept about and hid while they sat outside. Eventually, as the neighbours grew restive, they gave up.
Before that they had gone to the pub in the village where she used to live and questioned locals about where she might be now and told them why they were hunting her…because she had been seen in the company of a married politician and this was big news.
Such big news that she could be terrified and hunted because this was what the journalists were for – breaking news of great importance that affected peoples lives, like who they might be drinking with or seeing or discussing a possible future with. That’s the Record’s job, when it’s not making up trick political statements to con people into voting.
The big hard men of the Record made her life a misery – a woman living alone. Brave journalism.
When her father, who was abroad as it was happening, heard about it, he said he would sort it but she said No. She just wanted them to go away and leave her alone. In fact, the father was very close to asking some thick set chums to physically bump their car down the street towards the sea. They will never know how close they came to an uncomfortable and threatening experience themselves.
All over Scotland people have equally traumatic experiences of dealing with lowlife so-called journalism which is nothing more than licensed thuggery and intrusion that is way beyond any lurid name-calling or rude suggestions by cybernats. When the Record tries to lecture Scotland on morality and behaviour, it does so not from the gutter but from the sewer. It ceded the high ground a long time ago.by