This is the media mogul’s second proposal in 12 months. We mortals can only speculate about his mesmerising dating secrets, says the Guardian columnist Marina Hyde
This is the media mogul’s second proposal in 12 months. We mortals can only speculate about his mesmerising dating secrets– and for the second time in less than a year. I know! Despite being 93 next Monday, he’s getting engaged even more frequently than serial sex killers serving life sentences. Those betrothals, of course, tend to happen entirely by letter, but as far as we know, Murdoch’s latest love match is a real-world union.
As mentioned, this is Murdoch’s second proposal inside 12 months, his previous engagement enduring just a fortnight. Hand on heart, I was surprised hewith that last one, a former dental hygienist/evangelical prison chaplain he met in one of his gardens, who had successfully dismissed a case of “financial elder abuse” brought by one of her previous stepchildren. She seemed so perfect. Back at the time they announced their intention to wed .
Anyway, all ancient history now. And clearly, the next Mrs Murdoch has already pulled off a superior tactical manoeuvre to his last fiancee, who was scheduled to marry him at the less optimal age of 92. God forbid this engagement falls apart too, but if it does, current rate of acquisition would suggest a next fiancee could pick up Murdoch at the even more desirable vintage of 94. Wife number seven or eight would expect to hit sometime around the 100 mark. In some ways, the dream.
The Murdoch story is the endless pursuit of control, power and profit – Rupert’s resignation is unlikely to change that | Walter MarshRighto. We don’t know whether Ms Deng responded to requests to source her ex a new wife – she could just be a self-starter with initiative to burn – but it’s good the former couple were able to put the piano spinal behind them.
Such very funny people, and miles more entertaining than most of the ones you’re allowed to read about in his newspapers. Indeed, now he’s retired/meat-puppeting his son Lachlan from the vineyard C-suite, perhaps Rupert is asking himself “and what else and what else and what else”.