It’s one of those things that I can’t square. I like The Sun. And yet The Sun is full of nonsense, knee-jerk near Nazism on occasion. But it is also a humourous and brilliantly crafted newspaper that knows its readers. Here’s the sort of thing it does so well. I was flicking through my (papery) notebook today and this fell out, I plucked it from Page 3 of The Sun a few weeks back and it really made me, ahem, titter.
