If you didn't grow up in Britain, or at least live there for a while, you may not be familiar with the British tabloid press.
They make the US version, the National Enquirers and the Stars and the like, look professional.
Take The Sun, and it's sub-publication for those north of the border, The Scottish Sun.
The paper specializes in trash. If there's a cheap, pun-laden headline to be had, they'll do it. Just look at today; Amy Winehouse on all fours looking like she's begging for food at a restaurant?
Oh, and if it involves rhyming all the better! Footballer Stuart McCaffrey screws up and gives away a goal?
And, of course, they never miss an opportunity to stir up trouble with sensationalist headlines...
(When you actually read the story, it seems obvious that this wasn't actually some kind of referendum, but a mishandled attempt by a parent trying to educate pupils).
Yes, quality reporting is no stranger to The Sun. Take today's story on what the paper appears to dub 'the Marilyn Monroe hormone':
Or, in other news, sweaty, balding, fat newspapermen fail to sustain lasting relationships, blame women.
Bear in mind that these are just stories today; you can get this quality publication seven days a week with similar mind-numbing headlines.
And, of course, every single day, page 3 of this august publication still features a photo of a pretty topless woman.
Anyway, it's with this preamble that I point you in the direction of the factually inaccurate:
Because doing John Inman impressions didn't go out of style thirty years ago.
And, oh, the witty photoshop...
There are days where I'm so proud to be British, I just about burst.Link to story NikHatter.














3 comments:
You're British?! Damn Internet. Makes me think everyone lives donw the road.
I am, but I live in New York - just down the road!!
uhhmmm, no creo que sea realmente el primer superheroe Gay, ya los hay por docenas
Saludos desde Venezuela
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