It Says Here

So the despicable little rag's final edition was published today, and thankfully I didn't even have to fork out any money to grab a photograph of this wonderful occasion. From what I saw of it, it was predictably (and nauseatingly) self-congratulatory and pompous. So at least it died in the same way as it lived.

With that, I will leave you in the capable hands of a young Billy Bragg.


It says here that the unions will never learn
It says here the economy is on the upturn
And it says here we should be proud that we are free
And our free press reflects our democracy

Those braying voices on the right of the house
Are echoed down the street of shame
Where politics mix with bingo and tits in a money and numbers game
Where they offer you a feature on stockings and suspenders
Next to a call for stiffer penalties for sex offenders

It says here that this year's prince is born
It says here, do you ever wish that you were better informed?
And it says here that we can only stop the rot
With a large dose of law and order and a touch of the short sharp shock

If this does not reflect your view you should understand
That those who own the papers also own this land
And they'd rather you believe in Coronation Street capers
In the war of circulation, it sells newspapers
Could it be an infringement of the freedom of the press
To print pictures of women in states of undress?

When you wake up to the fact that your paper is Tory
Just remember, there are two sides to every story