The Sun has got its Cob On...

How funny. The Sun stamping its little feet because the courts won't let them print loads of salacious nonsense about footballers affairs that no one gives a 'monkey's' about. You can tell they're peeved because they even promoted this non-story to the front page with a monumental editorial whinge about press censorship and the 'public's right to know'. Come off it! The only reason they want to print these stories is to sell more papers - it's in no one's best interests to read about some overpaid numpty having a threesome with a couple of borderline prozzies. It's not edifying. It's not interesting. And it's such a cliche that it's no longer entertainment either.

In fact, the Sun seem to have a very strange agenda at the moment. They managed to blow the whole Keys/Gray episode out of all proportion taking it from a minor story on page 9 to a front page witch hunt and moral crusade for women's rights. Could any of this have anything to do with Murdoch's all encompassing desire to take control of B Sky B? Oddly, it doesn't occur to him that anyone wishing to manipulate the news in the way he does with the old 'current bun', is the same reason they should be barred from having more access to its outlets.

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I am so suggestible. In recent years, while the price has been a steady 20p, The Sun has been my daily paper of choice (a financially inspired purchase rather than a literary one). It fitted with my world view, a bit right wing proclaiming to be left wing, a bit geezer, a bit tits, pubs and football. And the europeans could go take a good long look at themselves too.

However, for the last two days I have switched my reading to The I. Again, the reason was financial rather than literary. The Sun put it's price up to 25p - a rise of 25% without even a mention or an apology to its readers - or not that I saw anyway. Having spent so much space 'biggin' up' its commitment to pursue the cause of Joe Soap in Austerity Britain, it then proceeded to add to his burden by sticking up it's own price. Hypocrisy of the highest order.

The I was 20p. So to register my disapproval, I've changed camps and thown in my lot with the middle class, polenta eating, right on thinking brigade of the Independently minded. 48 hours in and I'm taking a balanced view of Health Care Reform, the unemployment rate of 16-24 year olds and whether astrology is a good thing or a load of old 'pony', and I haven't thought about Jordan and Alex's break-up once. Bonus!

And we're just two days in. By the end of the week, I could be wearing an inuit hat, carrying a man bag, or worst of all, riding a bike to work. Anyone fancy a latte?

Thought for the day.

Do inuits suffer from ennui?