I don't recall. Don't remember. Never discussed
that with the minister. Maybe mentioned. It could
have been a party or a birthday. The Prime Minister
never came. Wasn't there. We didn't threaten
any secretary of state. We persuaded. Put the facts.
I don't recall. I never brought the BskyB bid
into conversation. Maybe mentioned. Was never
impolite over crudites. Didn't intrude on foreign affairs.
It may have been my decision. Maybe not. The Murdochs
never told me. Not my brief. Not my remit. As CEO
I oversaw two papers, not the corporation. Wasn't there.
Wasn't me. Didn't text. Rupert who? David who?
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Friday, 11 May 2012
REBEKAH BROOKS SWEARS TO TELL THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
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