Maybe Mark Wnek has suffered enough after his kebabing by The
Sunday Times - indeed, he’s used our organ and the Evening Standard to
tell us so.
But the Diary couldn’t resist repeating the view of an ex-agency
chairman who, over lunch, claimed that Wnek’s reaction reminded him of
an old Russian folk tale.
A farmer trudges across his frozen fields and finds a bird weakened by
the cold. He can’t take it home because food is scarce and he knows his
wife will cook it, so he puts it in a fresh cowpat.
Revived by the warmth, the bird starts to sing. But the sound alerts a
passing fox who snatches the bird and eats it.
The moral of this story? He who drops you in the shit isn’t necessarily
your enemy. He who pulls you out of the shit isn’t necessarily your
friend. And if you’re in the shit (are you reading this, Mark?), don’t
warble about it. And that’s positively our last word on the subject.