Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Uncle Rupert is in town!

The most powerful man in the whole duniya (until the evil Larry Page/Sergei Brin duo steal it away in some silly AdWords related scheme as revenge for the MySpace deal), Uncle Rupert and his hot wife Wendy Deng (EDIT: Thanks random commenter, I get confused with Chinese names because so many of them are alliterative) are coming to grace the capital tomorrow. It is believed that politicians of several colours will be going on bended knee to pay their obiscience to him - including Mrs G and LK. It is also believed that Uncle Rupert and his hot wife will visit the taj before hosting an extremely small and exclusive dinner for select guests. Evidently several important people, or rather several people who consider themselves important in the scheme of things have not been invited, but more on who has and who hasn't once the dinner has been digested.
Yes, sadly this blogger has also not been invited. It would have been interesting to discover the ways in which a 70-year old can score a hot new wife. Well, I guess part of it is being the most powerful man in the world, but there must be something else... Pots of money maybe?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

heard you quit?

Kiera Aten is a pseudonym said...

Wow. I didn't know Rupert Murdoch had a new wife. Then I looked up her picture and wow- she's stunning! How the F do these rich guys get such pretty girls? I always wonder how a rich old dude like him would meet a girl like Wendy...do you think it was one of those Billionaire/ trophy wife match websites?

Anonymous said...

O sirjee... it's Wendy Deng.. not 'Weng'
for the benefit of those who wanna search for un-moderated images of hers on google ;)

Anonymous said...

the media company Murdoch can buy is Indian Express...think about it it has the base, the infrastructure, some sort of readership..sort of things that attract Murdoch

Anonymous said...

Wendy worked in the Hong Kong office of Star and was Rupert's escort on a trip of his to China. The rest, as they say, is history. So much for frowning upon inter-office affairs.