Scum-watch: Almost the world's worst newspaper.
All newspapers like to wave their dicks about and like to pretend that they're best, usually in the country, but some such as the Express and now the Sun instead claim that they're the greatest on the planet. Let's take a look at their amazing week of "exclusives" which led to their boast:
As I have no interest whatsoever in Britney Spears, I don't care enough to know whether she's addicted to what I assume is Ketamine (just checking the story now it appears to be Clenbuterol, which just shows how easy it is to be wrong about things when the newspaper treats its readers like morons and isn't specific) but what I do know is that, err, she wasn't on any drugs when she was carried out of her house, as the tests proved negative, despite what the Scum said.
Incredible. The news the whole world was waiting for. Oh, and just to be thorough, the picture agency that the "British snapper" works for denies that Britney is taking any drugs.
Astonishing in its banality.
The country reels as someone they've never heard of attempts suicide.
The only genuine news story of the week, and the Sun only got this because the paper is so far up the arse of the armed forces that it could scratch their collective nose for them by sticking their hands up the throat and out of the mouth. It could also be a panic over nothing, as the blood is only uncertified, not definitively tainted.
Quite right too. How dare someone else try to make money out of Madeleine McCann's disappearance? That's our job!
A cheap week at the caravan park from hell of your choice, and while you're there you can admire the latest pathetic women to degrade themselves for the promise of £5,000 from Uncle Rupe!
All the more reason to imitate Jeff Stewart. Up and not across, kids!
YOUR super Sun has always brought you the very best stories.
And 2008 is no different with a series of cracking exclusives every day this week leaving our rivals in the shade. Here’s how we did it . . .
Last SATURDAY: We exclusively revealed that pop star Britney Spears, who was rushed to hospital tied to a stretcher, is hooked on a powerful drug given to HORSES.
As I have no interest whatsoever in Britney Spears, I don't care enough to know whether she's addicted to what I assume is Ketamine (just checking the story now it appears to be Clenbuterol, which just shows how easy it is to be wrong about things when the newspaper treats its readers like morons and isn't specific) but what I do know is that, err, she wasn't on any drugs when she was carried out of her house, as the tests proved negative, despite what the Scum said.
MONDAY: We uncovered the secrets of Britney’s bizarre relationship with a British snapper.
Incredible. The news the whole world was waiting for. Oh, and just to be thorough, the picture agency that the "British snapper" works for denies that Britney is taking any drugs.
TUESDAY: We printed exclusive pictures of Liverpool star Jamie Carragher in an astonishing FA Cup rant at Luton fans.
Astonishing in its banality.
WEDNESDAY: We exclusively revealed that Bill actor Jeff Stewart had made an astonishing cry for help by slashing his wrists at the studio.
The country reels as someone they've never heard of attempts suicide.
THURSDAY: The nation was appalled as The Sun exposed the dirty blood scandal leaving our wounded war heroes at risk of deadly infection. The Government has now pledged to act.
The only genuine news story of the week, and the Sun only got this because the paper is so far up the arse of the armed forces that it could scratch their collective nose for them by sticking their hands up the throat and out of the mouth. It could also be a panic over nothing, as the blood is only uncertified, not definitively tainted.
FRIDAY: We exposed the sick talent agency hoping to make millions by offering a Maddie McCann lookalike.
Quite right too. How dare someone else try to make money out of Madeleine McCann's disappearance? That's our job!
On top of that we’ve launched our sensational £9.50 reader holidays at 178 terrific parks AND unveiled the Page 3 Idol finalists.
A cheap week at the caravan park from hell of your choice, and while you're there you can admire the latest pathetic women to degrade themselves for the promise of £5,000 from Uncle Rupe!
All the more reason to keep buying the world’s greatest newspaper.
All the more reason to imitate Jeff Stewart. Up and not across, kids!
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In press land those who boast about how great they are have the least to boast about.
I wonder if the "we're great, us" has come because their circulation has dropped below 3m a day for the first time since 1974, and is down 3% on last month.
Besides, I suspect Liverpool would have something to say about them being the best newspaper.
Posted by
Anonymous |
Sunday, January 13, 2008 4:01:00 am
The Independent also has some interesting analysis of the Sun's declining sales
Posted by
Anonymous |
Monday, January 14, 2008 5:46:00 am
I don't know about you Septic, but you've sold The Sun to me. Where else can I get the full low down on these issues of international import?
Posted by
Phil |
Monday, January 14, 2008 3:15:00 pm
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