Well, she is married to a racehorse trainer, so it's not impossible she's already in receipt of the occasional cropping, which no doubt she enjoys immensely. I think a more fitting punishment for her Sundry muck-raking sins would be to pose for page 3 every day for a year with transcripts of all her private conversations printed alongside.
Confession time: in Tesco's they lay out all the national papers in piles on a display table, and every chance I get I pick up copies of the Mirror or whatever else and put them on top of the Sun - if even one deluded reader chooses something else that day, I feel my work is done. And I'm not even a Liverpool fan. |