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Sour grapes at the Mail

Hold up!

See that little date above?

This post was published years ago.

My opinions have changed over time: I think it's quite fun to keep old posts online so that you can see how that has happened. The downside is that there are posts on this site that express views that I now find offensive, or use language in ways I'd never dream of using it today.

I don't believe in airbrushing history, but I do believe that it's important to acknowledge the obvious: some of what I've written in the past has been crap. Some of it was offensive. Some of it was offensively bad. And there's may be some brass among the muck (you can make up your own mind on that).

Some of what I've presented as my own views has been me—wittingly or unwittingly—posturing without having considered all the facts. In a few years, I'll probably think the same about what I'm writing today, and I'm fine with that. Things change. People grow. Society moves forward.

The internet moves on too, which means there might be broken links or embedded content that fails to load. If you're unlucky, that might mean that this post makes no sense at all.

So please consider yourself duly warned: this post is an historical artefact. It's not an exposition of my current views nor a piece of 'content' than necessarily 'works'.

You may now read on... and in most cases, the post you're about to read is considerably shorter than this warning box, so brace for disappointment.

Richard Littlejohn in last week’s Daily Mail:

How long before the ludicrous Faye Turney pops up on Celebrity Fat Club? I bet they didn’t let her get in the dinghy first. This is a woman who is capable of capsizing the Ark Royal if she shifts her weight to the wrong cheek.

This is the newspaper, remember, that claims to have endless respect for our armed forces and says they deserve nothing but the best.

The day Faye Turney sold her story to The Sun and Tonight With Trevor McDonald was the day the Navy died of shame.

Presumably, it wouldn’t be so shameful if she’d sold her story to the Daily Mail, who made her a huge offer for it.

How on Earth is this vitriolic rag one of Britain’s most successful ‘newspapers’? And what on Earth does that say about us as a nation? I dread to think.

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