Sensationalism in the mass-audience sector of the journalistic Press is nothing new. In a similar way, there exist broadcasters so bereft of talent and personality that they purvey no alternative audience attraction.
But I have to wonder quite what a yachting club journal is grounding on when it has to resort to pictorially exposing the evident cross-dressing tendencies of one of its occasional scribes, along with others of 'his' flexi-gender quirk. Never the shrinking Violet, the subject actually submitted the photograph for exhibition. Quite pretty she looks, too. A little more whiskering and she could be mistaken for an environmentalist.
If that wasn't enough to scatter the corn flakes over the breakfast table, Archant's regional boating glossy carries a picture of a Horning resident celeb and boating figure affording intimate support to his delightful lady.
On reflection, Ian would perhaps be feeling a right t*t?
Disgusted of Peasemoldia.
