As the paedo file gets fatter and fatter by the day, most of today’s Sunday papers predictably choose to be distracted by George Entwistle’s decision to quit the BBC. Standing four-square behind great journalism in his principled fight for the freedom to show Royal Willies, Rupert Murdoch’s Sunday Times headlines that ‘shoddy journalism’ caused Entwistle’s departure. You have to laugh sometimes, you really do. ‘Entwistle quits as Hitler Diaries not Discovered after all’ and so forth.

Newscorp’s other contribution to British culture the Sunday Sun leads with ‘BBC’, which it says stands for ‘Bye Bye Chump’. They obviously couldn’t think of a vegetable to call him, so ‘chump’ had to do. ‘Chump chopped’ might’ve been better, but elsewhere The Telegraph takes eccentric exception to the nature of Entwistle’s departure, observing that ‘The BBC’s director-general has dramatically quit’. You get the feeling they think he should’ve quietly slashed his wrists or walked out into the snow, never to be seen again. But no, the silly old drama queen had to resign publicly: in the midst of all this horror, he still thinks it’s all about him. Which, let’s face it, is what most of the MSM titles think.

The McAlpine mistake is indeed a disaster, coming so hot on the heels of being injuncted. ‘BBC bottles out’ thus becomes ‘BBC buggers up’, if you’ll pardon the expression. ‘Damned if you do and damned if you don’t’ is usually the fate of those who are being bullied and trying to tread carefully, but in reality The Sun makes this level of mistake 4-5 times a year, and the Mail gets its facts wrong in almost every article.

Meanwhile, the sins of omission remain for all those of us who are awake. As I posted yesterday, nobody has yet cottoned on to the Wrexham culprit being McAlpine’s cousin, so the peer got exactly what he wanted: the family name cleared. I’d like to think that most UK press titles are just dim, but the truth lies elsewhere: the Newscorp agenda is to slam the BBC, and the rest are running scared of the Carter Rucks. The real story here is that the perverts are winning – again – but very few have the principles to point this out.

One paper doing just that is the Independent on Sunday, which uniquely leads with the long history and terrifying scale of the North Wales cover-up. ‘A damning report that laid bare the North Wales child abuse scandal might have aired the issue of sex attacks on children in care nearly half a decade before an official judicial inquiry in 2000’ it asserts , and for once this uses minimal hyperbole. The Councillors involved pulped it, but principled folks kept one or two copies back…and the IoS has one.

The piece basically confirms everything the locals told me three years ago, but more to the point it details the scope of iniquity: the police refusing to cooperate, the Council turning a blind eye, the rubbishing of victim accounts, and the obvious reality of a virtual Gulag mentality going back 30-40 years. To the time of Jimmie McAlpine and his fleet of flash cars, in fact. Oops, sorry: must be careful. ‘Our lawyers are watching’ as the Murdoch press so sensitively points out in its papers.

You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet. Wait until Plymouth starts to break wide open. And the East Midlands. Witnesses being quietly bumped off. Liverpool. David Cameron photographed standing next to child traffickers. And much, much more folks….if the press beyond the IoS develops a spinal column and wakes up.

The Mail on Sunday decides that it’s all advertising’s fault. ‘The advert featuring 18-year-old Tara Berwin and nine-year-old Lewis Hardaker as her onscreen brother is part of a £4million campaign to promote Kingsmill bread’ it writes – as indeed it is – but there has been ‘fury’ it says because of the sexualisation of the kids in it.

As with most of the stuff the Mail runs, it offers a view of the world based on looking through the wrong end of a seebackroscope. Not that I’m a paedophile you understand, but my gym is next to a secondary school, and the idea that the girls all dress like Lolitas because they can’t get enough of the new Kingsmill commercials is about as idiotic as it gets. The parents and teachers should get the rap for this one. It’s not uncommon now to see five year-olds with nose studs, designer outfits and jewellery. But even this isn’t the cause of paedophilia: a neurological quirk – and decades of looking the other way – are behind it. It’s not rocket science.

In other news, it has emerged that General Petraeus has been shagging his biographer, a development which – in the current context – is hugely refreshing in its normality. The Observer’s take on this is that the lady may have had access to his papers. She’d be a rum sort of biographer if she didn’t. It feels like a non-story to me, which is probably the cue for her to turn out to be a Chinese spy. I’m surprised this one has taken so long to break: it’s been a rumour now for several weeks. I suspect it represents yet another case of the Black Dude putting the lid on everything before November 6^th.

The Sunday Express has Nick Clegg calling for more flexible working hours. “I’ve found that only doing three hours a day suits me just fine, and I think everyone should try it,” he didn’t say. And the Mirror labels Nadine Dorries even more of a swine for breaking her promise to lay a poppy wreath in her constituency. She’s a daft bint, and always has been, but her constituents will have the final say on her within the next three years. I wonder if they will bother to rise to the occasion….or simply enjoy I’m a Celebrity.

And one thing I have to add at the end. I’ve just seen Chelsea players and their manager on Match of the Day working in schools. As the Chelsea boss opened it up for questions, a young lad of about eight asked him, “Now you’ve won the Champions’ League, would it be a good idea for you to quit?”

A chat-show host in the making.