The Sunday Sport

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...