The Scum that I’ve Become
Confessions of a Top Sun Reporter
By Duncan Larcombe
I’ve stayed anonymous whilst writing this book.
Why?
Because Rupert Murdoch, and his CEO enforcer Rebekah Brooks, will stop at nothing to ban this book.
Their henchmen will come for me.
In a variety of disguises – highly-paid lawyers, colleagues I’ve known all my working life; they’ll come with smiling faces.
As smiling assassins and PR gunslingers ordered to shut me down.
How do I know this?
Because I used to be one Murdoch’s Top Guns, too – and I would have done the same.
Now, I’m going to tell you what it’s like to be on the frontline in the world’s fastest-moving paper.
From the moment I set foot in Fortress Wapping, The Sun’s ironclad HQ on the Thames, to the moment I left in disgrace.
‘Walk tall, you’re now entering Sun country,’ read the sign above the newsroom.
And I did – I also made a deal with the devil.
Over the years, I scrambled through the ranks, coming face-to-face with hardened criminals, and jumping on jets to cover everything from earth-shattering natural disasters, to the holidays of the rich and famous.
At the behest of hotshot new Editor Rebekah Brooks, I got one of the plum jobs at the paper before my 30th birthday.
Others couldn’t take the heat, but I broke some of the biggest stories of the day.
I made ‘you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours’ deals with highly-placed insiders and A-listers.
My contacts’ book was a story-generating machine, a hotline into secrets of the wealthy and powerful.
But like most tabloid reporters, I thought I was invincible – until one day, when suddenly, my world came crashing down.
In the aftermath of the phone hacking scandal, I was betrayed by the company that I swore loyalty to.
Then, I was framed by the Met police, by the very officers who ironically I’d once championed as part of the paper’s hardline agenda.
As journalists were arrested, and the top brass panicked, I had a ringside seat.
Years of unemployment and mental illness followed. Now I’m trying to set the record straight.
Here it is. Only in Yellow Press.