Somewhere in a not so far off galaxy called Murdoch the final battle has commenced. The Death Star - emblazoned with the huge but now flickering News Corp insignia - is under sustained attack from the rebel alliance. Huge plumes of flames erupt (bonfires of the vanities, surely) from the crippled leviathan as missiles of truth pierce its thick hull built from a composite of money, power, corruption and arrogance, once thought indestructible.
Brooks' arrest affords her strong protection in law. CMS Committee Clerks are now studying Parliament's Sub Judice Rules and advising the Committee - similarly, it seems certain that Lawyers for Mrs. Brooks will be consulting the law-books also and advising her on which questions, if any, she would have to answer if she attends.