They think they can save the world. 'Your friendly, family Sun.' Obsessed with Cheryl Cole, paedophiles, Cheryl Cole, tits, Cheryl Cole, The Leicester Two, Cheryl Cole, and ruining decent people's lives.
Yesterday they wrote that they were respecting The Palace's wishes and not publishing the pictures of
Prince Harry frolicking in Las Vegas. They even did mock ups of the celebrated shots everyone and his Aunt Fanny had already seen, using one of their journalists--too hairy, and not ginger, and certainly not as charismatic as the real thing. They might as well have used the Lazzeri woman, but then they would have had to print her picture on a double-size vomit bag.
And today, they go back on their word and print them. Someone observed that this could be the final nail in The Sun's coffin, to which someone else responded that if they were going to bury this loathsome rag at the bottom of the garden like a dead cat, then they might as well chuck in a couple of bodies while they're at it. I can think of at least half a dozen.
I sincerely hope that this time they have gone too far, and that The Palace sues the crap out of them.