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I am surprised this paper has been going as long as it has its a complete lads paper full of topless girls barely old enough and not actually a lot of sport content my husband looks at this paper and looking at it to see why it's easy to see why .... The tits pure and simple he does not and never has watched followed supported or played sports and the stories are fabricated only leaves one more reason which may I add is about 90% of the whole paper u call urself Daily Sport? So why is it only about 4 pages of sport then?
'Elvis statue found on Mars.' Oh, the very stuff of legend! Eat your heart out, the Sun. 'Zip me up before you go go'?; 'Freddie Star ate my hamster'? Piffle! Amateurish! The Sunday Sport may be seen as a risible alternative to sane newspapers, but how may of us (me excluded, naturally, lol) sneak a peek at its more outlandish claims when we think no - one is looking?
Our local newspaper shop always turns the thing so that the back page is turned to the front, so I turn it back again seeing as this form of mealy - mouthed censorship doesn't seemingy apply to Nuts! or Zoo! in there. Sheer hypocrisy!
This publication apparentlly operates on the tongue - in - cheek (or, tongue - in - somewhere) principle, and the editor Tony Livesey always seems to have a school boy smirk hovering around the corners of his gob whenever I've seen him on the telly.
Yes, I know, it's porno dressed up as a primarily sports - oriented publication, but in these permissive, recession - fuelled times many folk may see it as a bit of fun, or light relief from economic misery, and not to be taken too seriously.
Without labouring the point, the paper is packed full of salacious titillating nonsense and 'contact' magazine information, sleazy politican, footie star and celeb exposes, and is liberally laced with all sorts of lubricious come - hither stuff designed to set fire to your loins and get those 'creative juices' flowing, alongside a bursting bevvy of busty, bumptious and bare bummed beauties. Oh, and it has sporty stuff at the back, too. Each to his own, but one can only wonder what the late, and arguably unlamented Mrs. Whitehouse would make of it all. Not that it matters much - publications like the Sport seem to thrive on notoriety, anyway.
I have never actually purchased the Sunday Sport, but I once had the misfortune to read it when I found a copy in my taxi that a customer had left behind them.
As I don't hold with pornography then I don't think this newspaper (and I use the term loosely!) would ever tempt me to part with any of my hard earned money. It's packed to the gills with pictures of semi-naked ladies. (I use the term loosely!) They must employ a good editor who is highly familiar with the indecency laws to make sure they never get prosecuted. But there again, these days almost anything goes.
Some of the footy articles were passable, but what I fail to understand is why any journalist worth a damn would *EVER* degrade themselves so far as to actually write for this rag.
Some of the feature articles entered the realms of pure fantasy, and were actually quite amusing. Or should I say they would have been if it wasn't for the fact that there are actually some people in this world who buy this tripe and believe the garbage they peddle.
I don't know how much this paper costs, and am never of a mind to find out, but whatever its price it's too much. I personally wouldn't use it to light the fire as I'd be afraid it would pollute the coal!
© KenJ December 2007
I think both the Daily and Sunday Sport are great newspapers (although on Sunday it's a bit pricey). You can be as condescending as you like about it if it makes you feel better but I think they are brilliant.
There's a great mix of news and pictures and I'm actually interested by the articles and features. The only thing is there are a few too many adverts which can at times be a bit tedious and they are obviously ripping you off.
It's also very witty and the articles are factual and relevant.
Anyway I think they are some of the best newspapers out there and my boyfriend and I buy it most days. I also don't underestand this thing about it only being for single men. I'm a woman and I enjoy it and also my children often read it.
The sport why do they bother? The news is well not worth seriously reading, and the tits are not even worth seriously looking at. Yes its comical but it doesn’t quite cut it because it is meant to be a newspaper. So who is this paper aimed at, maybe men that feel embarrassed to go into a newsagent to buy this months copy of playboy. Or is it intended for people who like bedtime one handed sports that have little intelligence to read, and just prefer to look at pretty pictures. I thought the Sun & the Mirror were papers for the mass intellectually challenged, but the Sport aims for the protoplasm of society i.e. their depth of perspective of life is of singular dimensionality well sport and tits I suppose that’s 2 dimensions. All newspapers in about just as much detail probably cover the sport in the The Sport. This begs the question in the first place why it was ever called that. When your paper relies on sex to sell it has to do it with quality sexually attractive models and I wouldn’t touch them with yours.
Ever since I’ve been with my fella, He’s always rushed off to the shop on a Sunday morning to buy The Sunday Sport, and that’s not all, he arrives home every day from work with his flask, his lunch box and the Dairy Sport folded neatly under his arm. To be honest I think it keeps him sane, or his he just a pathetic male that likes to read outrageous stories and look at naked women during his lunch breaks. I must admit I sometimes browse through it to see what wild stories they have printed for the day. (Maybe the queen has been video taped using the rampant rabbit vibrater and they have it plastered on the middle page. Well not to everyone’s taste but I defiantly get some smiles whilst reading some of the stories the paper includes in it. So a bit about the layout. It always has an eye-catching title on the front-page e.g. Cilla Black topless inside. Or a story about a footballer whose having sex with a page three girl. The second page is usually about politics or the royal family. (Usually something untrue and bizarre but can be quite amusing depending on your mood). The third page well I think it must be tradition now for The Sport to find cracking babe to make the lads drool. The paper will then chose selected pages to embarrass stars such as Her, say. (Myleene stunner confesses to wanting a threesome with Kim and Suzanne. The paper will almost defiantly treat you on an update of what’s going on in the big brother house, or will have digged out a very embarrassing photo’s of your past to splash all over the page. Tony Blair is usually in it somewhere with an artical a side him with numerous complains and swear words. Jordan the sexy babe whose sex life is a bit exciting to say the least always seems to be in the somewhere, flashing her boobs. “Jordan - who loves anal sex, enjoyed a three-in a bed session with the Sport girl Alicia Duvall and Dwight York. Alicia dated Dwight bef
ore he met Jordan (fascinating stuff this). The paper is jam backed full of advertisements on anything from “ bored house wives wanting to have sex with you over the phone”, to Mobile Phones to D.N.A Paternity testing even some kinds of diet pills. It gives you (I must say) an excellent choice ring tones and phone slogans, anything from Playboy to X Men. There is an Agony Aunt section - this is one of my favourite pages it is totally stupid most of the time. It's usually about sad people e.g. “I can’t get my hands on enough boobs. They must be about 37 inches before I will ask a girl out. He then goes on to say ” I m really worried is there something wrong with me”(well I’m not going into that one). You’ll find the odd crossword that is not to bad there is only a few solutions such as strip and boob. It’s got loads of pages on sex videos and few at the back on sport. Oh and my favourite page of all are the, At The Courts. These stories are really interesting some include serious stuff but most just go on about women having sex and men being caught shagging cows while on there way home from the pub. Great for a laugh, enjoyable to read, but I’m still wondering if anything in it his actually true.
For a newspaper with a relatively tiny circulation the Sport is quite a well-known publication. I cannot say it is also well respected, as even in Fleet Street it is looked down upon (which is saying something). However the Sport can claim to have had the most…colourful history of all British newspapers in circulation today. The Sunday Sport was launched on September 14 1986 by David Sullivan, who had made his millions in the British soft porn industry. Within less than two years a Wednesday edition was launched, and by October 1991 the Sport had become a daily newspaper. Though its title suggested a newspaper dedicated predominantly to sporting news, the Sport in fact offered a similar amount of news and features to other tabloid newspapers. But there was one major difference. In its early days the Sport’s agenda was to take tabloid sensationalism to its logical - or rather illogical – conclusion. It had long been accepted that tabloid journalists bent and twisted the facts to make them more interesting to readers. So the Sport went one step further and dispensed with the facts altogether. In practice this amounted to quite stunningly ludicrous and bizarre stories filling up each edition. A famous example is “WORLD WAR TWO BOMBER FOUND IN SPACE”, a worldwide exclusive claiming that NASA was planning a secret mission to tow the bomber back to Earth. For good measure the piece even had a photograph depicting the plane lodged on the surface of the Moon. These stories generally concerned aliens eating family pets, people sharing beds with farm animals, or any number of sightings of Elvis, who was spotted at various times shopping at a supermarket, living as a woman, and even once trying to get Rick Astley’s autograph. One of my most treasured possessions is my ‘Best of the Sunday Sport’ book, which features many of these classic exclusives. To give you even more of an idea of what the paper was
about (and hoping you’ll forgive my indulgence) here are my top five: 5: “MUM GIVES BIRTH TO 8lb TROUT” – “Now doctors aren’t sure if it will need an aquarium or a cot.” 4: “GREENFLY ATE MY LOVER!” This story was sub-headed “HEARTLESS INSECTS PUT END TO MIXED-SALAD MARRIAGE” 3: “LORD LUCAN SPOTTED ON MISSING SHERGAR” In this piece we learnt that the fugitive nobleman Lord Lucan was alive and well and galloping through Scottish glens on kidnapped racehorse Shergar. 2: “LOVESICK GARDENER MARRIES LETTUCE” “It’s the vegetable or me!” girlfriend Jackie had warned. 1: “BUS FOUND BURIED AT SOUTH POLE” Perhaps the ultimate Sunday Sport exclusive, this reported that the 109 from Croydon bus station had been hijacked by a green alien in 1961 and taken to the Antarctic (and of course the paper had a photo to prove it). Follow-up stories even detailed eyewitness accounts from passengers. “The whole journey is a complete blank,” said mature student John La Trobe, “but I do remember the penguins.” In addition to the absurd news items, the Sport let its air of pure silliness spill over to other features, to the degree that almost nothing in it could be taken even remotely seriously. The editorials would be tongue-in-cheek, the financial news would be imagined, and the agony aunt would get to deal with problems like, “I asked my boyfriend what it was like to be gobsmacked, and he hit me.” Then suddenly the fantastical news items and surreally over-obvious humour began to disappear from the paper. In contrast the amount of sex-related content shot up. Suddenly adverts appeared for expensive 0898 numbers with titles like “I’m Sally – Spank me!” There were topless models on at least every other page (hence the fabled “nipple count”,a
nd a thousand office sweepstakes). The silly headlines became replaced with simply lurid ones. Out went giant sprouts from outer space; in came top soap stars in saucy sex romps. Though authenticity and accurate journalism remained strictly no-go areas, the tone had changed with humour now playing second fiddle to titillation. In recent years the rise of the Internet and the greater use of colour photography has reinforced the new approach, with hardly a day going by without faked topless pictures of Britney Spears or various Spice Girls. The Sport’s formula is now a predictable mix of numerous topless women, enormous adverts, plugs for their own website, and regular listings for massage and escort services. Regular columnists in recent times have included boxing promoter Frank Maloney (“There ain’t no baloney with Mister Maloney”) and Happy Mondays/Black Grape singer Shaun Ryder (a quite phenomenally bad writer). Other regular items include a photo caption competition invariably involving farm animals having sex, a kind of word puzzle in which all the answers are printed alongside for you to fill in (I kid you not), and a weekly feature - ‘Boobs on the Box’ - detailing the exact timing of all sex and nudity on terrestrial television in the coming week (e.g. “look out for a glimpse of Susan Sarandon’s left knocker on 52 minutes”). Purely in terms of value for money it’s poor, even at 35p, since if you took out all the pictures and adverts you’d be left with about a page and a half of reading matter. Although stocked by most newsagents, it remains one of the very poorest selling national newspapers, even the more popular Sunday edition being lucky to sell more than 200,000 copies (The News Of The World sells about 4 million). An accusation often levelled at the Sport since its launch to the present day is that it is not a newspaper. Though this charge is essentially undeniab
le, I would suggest that it is rather like angrily declaring that Arnold Schwarzenegger is not an actor, and just as no one really believes that Arnie is annually robbed at Oscar time, no one (at least no one with an ounce of intelligence) really buys the Sport expecting in-depth coverage of current affairs. Next time you visit the newsagents, glance at the cover of the Sport and tell me you’d genuinely expect it to contain a word of proper news. In truth you get the strong feeling that real news is an inconvenience to Sport writers, and they only grudgingly cover it at all. After all, where’s the sex and scandal in foot and mouth disease? The other chief criticism of the Sport is that it is basically pornography. Pornography and its role for better or worse in society is a separate issue, but the Sport would only be on the periphery of such a debate anyway because to call it porn is probably a slur on the porn industry as a whole. The cheap paper and dull sets and clumsy poses that constitute the Sport’s “glamour” pages are scarcely consistent with the pornographer’s avowed aim to excite and arouse. Some people might argue that dreary, mundane pornography is the most damaging of all, but the total lack of variety, imagination, and ambiguity in the Sport’s format make it a rather pitiful candidate for great peril to the nation. If it is porn at all, it’s c**p porn. Failing miserably as both a newspaper and a smutty magazine, it is a mystery that the Sport remains in circulation at all. Since its golden days of alien and Elvis stories, the paper seems to have completely given up on any pretence of novelty or creativity, and it might well be the only daily publication in the world that is almost indistinguishable from one day/week/year to the next. In fact the Sport’s one true virtue might well be its unreconstructed awfulness. Just as contemporary scholars puzzle over mankind’s g
reat follies in ages past, the Sport - like Hear’Say and the Millennium Dome - may yet offer the historians of the future some deep insight into how horribly confused and misguided humanity had become around the turn of the twenty-first century. Though I always regret it within minutes, I still buy the Sport every few months or so, simply because I can’t help feeling that there will one day be museums with copies of it on public display, no doubt providing endless amusement for parties of incredulous schoolchildren. And perhaps by then someone will have dragged that 109 bus back to Croydon.
The Daily / Sunday Sport cannot be seen as a newspaper. If you are unfamilular with the publication, it is not a sports review newspaper, although there is some sport coverage in it. No, the Daily / Sunday Sport is little more than a pornographic magazine but on different paper. Riddled with filth and should be banned. It is legal for children to buy this as it is classed as a newspaper but you have to be 18 to buy a pornographic magazine. What news content there is cannot bebeleived and considering the highly sexual content (they try and work sex into everything), it should be reclassified. Or banned.
The final embodiment of all things evil (no, wait, that was Maggie Thatcher). The final embodiment of how newspapers have plummeted into the gutter. I hate this newspaper more than I hate any other newspaper, and I do hate other newspapers. This just about sums up the general mentality of newspapers, when the battle to win any sort of circulation war reduces them to providing a soft porn, intellectually insulting, tacky, tasteless, drivelling, conjecturing piece of paper not fit to hang in Alf Garnett's lavatory. I'll admit I bought one when it first came out because I didn't believe it was as bad as others were saying. Not for the first time in my life I was wrong. Count The Nipples??? What's wrong with a good old-fashioned crossword? I slipped up again when they professed to having pictures of Hitler dressed as a woman. I immediately hated myself for this as they hadn't even done a decent job faking the photos and I'd just stamped MUG on my forehead. I don't have to be hit over the head more than twice to know when something's best left alone. My deeply held suspicions were confirmed when I watched a tv programme where the owner, David Sullivan took on the job of one of his reporters. I wanted to see just how they set the low standards they consistently fail to achieve. Mr Sullivan went everywhere with all his precious work goodies in a plastic carrier bag. I had rather hoped that he would used a leopard print briefcase, but I suppose that was asking too much. He was sent out to meet a young woman called Emma who had bedded a celebrity sportsman and wanted to sell her story. Juggling the plastic bag and writing at the same time was clearly difficult for him, and the girl looked bemused by his polite questions. The editor, Tony, wasn't pleased with the extraordinarily brief account and asked for a re-write with much more juicy detail, which if I recal
l correctly, was done by his female colleague. And poor overworked, over-punned Tony had worse things to contend with. For example: A woman with the most frighteningly enormous breasts (can't remember the size, but they're about this big <holding up two buckets>) had been booked to fly from America for a photo shoot and interview. Listening to the predictable sexist comments, the blokes in the room were morphing into school boys dressed in big men's clothes, although David Sullivan didn't have to do too much morphing considering his already diminutive stature - students of the Napolean Complex please gather round for the next debate. Sadly for them, the tottering woman wasn't given clearance to fly (I'd like to say she was interfering with radar, but I don't want to add to the sexist comments, it was health related) and The Sport found itself with a couple of rather large spaces to be filled at the last moment. So for those wondering where the "Double Decker Bus On The Moon" ideas come from and why... Possibly the moment all 10 coffin lid nails were banged in simultaneously was when they revealed their next circulation grabbing idea to be something along the lines of Blind Date but actually Blind Shag. Having asked for applicants for the job, only one young, blonde suspiciously beatuiful woman applied and few blokes. One decidedly average chap was selected for the task and they were taken to a hotel for their couples of hours of simply sensational steamy sweaty sex. Both were briefed - before being debriefed <rimshot/cymbal> 'I thank you' - taken with bags over their head to the room, revealed to each other and shoved in, clutching condoms, with macho shouts of "Goooo Onnnnn" etc etc. I remember the chap had Y-fronts and his socks on. No change there then. About half an hour later the young woman appears clutching her blouse together, half dressed, and set
tles down with the surprised reporters for the agreed after-sex interview. Glowing and giggling she answers their questions and ratings before finally laughingly confessing that he hadn't actually been able to rise to the occasion and she'd agreed to lie about it. The man emerges smoking a cigarette, saying things like how "they went like the clappers... she was mad for it... insatiable... really good..." Can't remember what their prize was for this, but whatever it was wouldn't have made up for the guy's humiliation months later when sitting round the tv set with his mates. Not a news story is left unturned. They're all turned into pun-awful trivia. The only aspect they're interested in is the sleazy or perverse one, and no amount of "Check it out, mate" being bandied about was going to persuade me otherwise. I mean, anyone who is sent out to report on the story of a child reincarnated as a fish finger (honestly, I swear, a fish finger) cannot be taking the game of being a NEWSpaper seriously. A Comic by all means, but not a NEWSpaper. One step up from Viz, but not as clever.
“I was abducted by a Spaceship and Alien doctors probed me and enlarged my boobs” – said 19 year old blonde model Maria (36HH) from Hunstanton. This and other wholly unbelievable ‘stories’ are the kind of ‘tat’ can be found within the pages of the infamous Daily Sport. Just about anything to do with Sex, Soaps, Cel;ebrities – some of it is even true….not much I grant you. They will put a certain ‘spin’ on any kind of story. You’ll see headlines like “Coronation Street star in drugs bust” or “Soccer star in gang bang sex scandal”. But until you read the story what you don’t realise is that the Corrie ‘star’ is some little known actor who had a walk-on part in the soap five years ago – and the drugs bust happened at a nightclub that he goes to occasionally and didn’t concern him anyway! Oh yes that ‘Soccer star’ – the lookalike of as Premiership foreign import that appeared in a third rate porn movie in 1998. Yes, THAT ‘Sex scandal’ ! Nasty rumours abound that ONCE – the Sports did actually carry a NEWS Story – but these allegations are as yet unproven. The ‘Sport’ now over 10 years old and was founded on the ‘Sun’ principle ‘Sex Sells Papers’, but they just went completely ‘over the top’. A passable Sports coverage used to be embellished by a photograph on the sport page each day of a topless babe wearing (just) the kit of a Football League team. ‘See Jane get your team’s kit on and then …get it off !” What more could Sports fans want? The pages of the paper have always been liberally laced with Girls of all shapes and sizes (and some of those SIZES !!) in various stares of undress – but with the emphasis firmly (oh yes Very FIRM some of them) on ‘getting their t**s out
for the boys’. No political correctness here. Chauvinist in the Extreme and loving it too. But it is a formula that has worked. While other newspapers, have cut back on their flesh content - the ‘Sport’ carries a ‘boob count’ each day (invariably over the 30 plus mark.) And while many other Newspapers (does the Sport count as a ‘news’ paper ?) have struggled with falling circulation, resorted to offering enormous Prizes etc or even folded like Today (remember those famous 3D Colour images) – the ‘Sport’ just continues to titillate it’s ‘readers’ and turn in a profit. It is to journalism what Prince Naseem Hamed is to Modesty. People may ‘slag off’ the Sun and the Daily Star for their somewhat ‘trashy’ appearance – but hold on, have they ever read the Sport. OK So no one really READS the Sport. But it has taken ‘trashy and tacky’ to new levels. I must confess that I have passed the time browsing through the pages of this paper. Amazed at the rubbish contained within, but obviously (being a man AND a photographer) impressed by the photography!! But after a while it all rather wanes – the models are often ‘surgically enhanced’ (sometimes horrifically so) and so caked with make up to make them appear as unreal. Even the so-called ‘real housewives’ or ‘first timers’ that appear at regular intervals and through different promotions are no more ‘real’ that the rest. ‘Reader Jenny rang us to say she’d love to appear in the ‘Sport’ and give the boys a thrill’ – oh yes, but we only paid her £200. It is all pretty harmless innovensive, extremely low brow stuff. Appealing to the same male hormones that gave the ‘Sun’ such a boost throughout the 80s and have launched no end of ‘lad-mags’ like ‘Front̵
7; and ‘Loaded’ in the past couple of years. Ultimately, The ‘Sport’ reminds me of a few years ago when a friend I know would get absolutely worked up at the thought of going on holiday abroad and seeing loads of girls topless by the pool or beach. Day one that is - Day two, still good, Day three more selective, Day four a bit blase, by Day five you virtually ignore it (them!). The ‘Sport’ is the same - good novelty value at first, but after a few days of looking at yet more photos of painted 'models' with falsely enlarged frontages - you feel like you want something...err a little better. You do one of two things - buy a colour soft porn magazine - or buy a proper NEWSpaper! The choice is yours....
The Daily Sport isn’t really a newspaper, its more of a comic – but not an adults comic as the title of one opinion said. I don’t know if this is true but when I did a paper round (a job which lasted a mere month) I was told by the newsagent that more under14’s bought the paper than anyone else!! This was mainly due to there being no age limit on the paper. Adults would generally buy top shelf magazines. However this might not be true everywhere as only around 6 or 7 Daily Sports were sold per day. The Daily Sport has very little sport in it, mainly boobs and adverts for chat lines that cost £3 per minute. There is 1 page of sport, however it is generally written in note form. At 35p the Daily Sport is quite frankly a rip-off. Over half the newspaper is adverts. Have I ever bought the Daily Sport I hear you cry. Yes, not once not twice but 3 times! Not for myself though but for my mate who’s too embarrassed to go in the shop. He gave me a quid tip though, and I told the woman in the shop that it was the kid outside I was buying it for!! Overall the Daily Sport isn’t anything special just a cheap, tacky and smutty paper, that might crack a few laughs. Worth paying 35p for? Na! Well actually maybe the letters to the agony aunt are hilarious!
The Sport is well known for it's kinky girls (i don't think so) and hilarious headlines, but im actually quite surprised it's still going as, it is, quite frankly, naff! Quite frankly, the Sun is much better. The first reason for this is because it is a better read, to put it simply. It has "real" news and "real" gossip, but to be fair, it can be a bit on the wild side and make the stories up, but at least they're believable. The Sports most famous headline "Hitler's bones found on Brighton beach" just goes to show how much of a joke this paper really is. The second reason is that the Sun paper is printed better and on better paper. You can actually see the models, ahem well yes, need i go further?.. and it feels better to read through as well. The Sunday Sport seems to have more 0895 numbers and xxx hotlines than the actual "headlines". Maybe some people need to get out more and see the real world, because some people must enjoy reading it, otherwise it should have gone out of buisness years ago. I was talking to a mate the other day, and he said that the express was being taken over by the Sport manager!! I didn't believe him at first, but when i got home, i found a pile of vouchers saying "Mail for a penny" and thought thats weird! I read on and realised that what my mate had been saying was true and the mail was making the most out of it, saying that the express was being run by a pornographer and it wasn't morally correct.(!?) What has happened to people these day's? Are we all mad or do we just like a bit of Rumpty tumpty with a newspaper?
Like every other reviewer in this section I don't buy The Sport-it's amazing why they print it really!.I'm no prude and read the Sun on a daily basis but I would'nt buy this simply because it's poor quality and definetly dos'nt do what it says on the tin. The paper is well known for it's funny headlines "Double decker bus found on the moon"that sort of thing.The problem though is there's no substance and the headline is the whole joke,why buy when you can read in two seconds!. The other main selling point is the racey content.Again this is poorly done with bored girls bearing their chests like they're doing the hoovering.The same pictures and models are endlessly recycled with Lindsay Dawn Mckenzie covering at least two pages each issue-well she is a big girl!. The print quality is poor and the colour makes the girls look like they're sunburnt!.This along with the inky paper means only the most kinky pervert would find satisfaction in it's flimsy page count. They're celebrity exclusives are also shamelessly rehashed with the same snaps of Madonna and Ginger Spice trotted out on a bi-weekly basis.The rest of the content is taken up with reams of 0898 adverts and "red hot" videos. It is a wonder how in the age of the internet and dedicated topshelf mags that this dinosaur still lumbers on.I think they survive on schoolboys and people who convince themselves that the sport coverage is worth the 60p alone. Not reccommended on any level whatsoever,except maybe"c***py paper"!.
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This paper if it can be called that should be taken off general sale, it is disgusting, how can any paper which rates its content by a nipple count possibly be called a newspaper. There is not one scrap of real news in the paper, it is all sleaze, smut and advertising for sex products and related services. I would have to rate the paper as pure filth, nothing but naked women and vibrators and sex videos. It should be on the top shelf if it is anywhere in a shop.