As a computer enthusiast I initially 'brushed off' the term hacking being thrown around by the media. Hacking in my social circles is considered an act whereby a computer user uses their computer to gain unauthorised access to another machine. The current affair concerns 'hacks' (Journalists) ringing a phone and, when it is not answered, inserting the default P.I.N. (personal Identification Number). Not rocket science and not hacking as I know it.
Ian Katz, deputy editor of The Guardian, and Sarah Smith, correspondent for Channel 4 News U.K., discuss the growing phone-hacking scandal that has threatened Rupert Murdoch's media empire.
The problem here is the Left doesn't want people to have what Murdoch offers them. In something akin to the tradition of racist stereotypes, they develop a malevolent and ruthless capitalist bent on exploiting his workers and dumbing down the general population...the devil incarnate.
Corporate culture is established through leadership. If lessons are to be learnt from NewsCorp's misconduct, then perhaps attention is focused first on the board room and not the news room.
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.
There are no quick-fixes or easy answers to the unfolding scandal. But, there are plenty of elephant traps - and the threat to media freedom may be the greatest of all.
A blighted relationship can survive only if respect remains. And the fact is that we no longer respect Rupert Murdoch. He may continue to fiddle but his empire is burning.
When I ask someone to appear before the Home Affairs Committee there is always a degree of shadow boxing about their availability, times have to be checked and appointments moved. Not so with Sir Paul.
Sir Paul Stephenson's resignation as Metropolitan Police Commissioner ultimately became inevitable. Nevertheless, it is a calamitous event for both the Met's internal morale and public confidence.
It isn't very nice to laugh at someone else's misfortune, but sometimes it's an awful lot of fun.
One of the most striking things about the Rebekah Brooks saga over the past few days is how she opted to appear in front of world press and TV crews with a soap scrubbed face
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.
Now those chickens have come home to roost...there's a time of reckoning. Ms. Brooks never expected the seeds of her brand of journalism would breed several out of control.
At the end of this saga, many journalists will be left standing, still with lovely jobs at glossy magazines, international news channels or at least, a regional political programme. But what sort of journalists will be left?
While some were terribly in awe of Brooks and Coulson, a lot of us recognised even then that they had sold their souls to Murdoch. Now, they are paying the price.
Most people thought that Rebekah Brooks would have gone a lot earlier than she did. But knowing when to leave is not easy.