The Super Soaraway Currant Bun is once again incandescent with rage that its hacks are still not able to identify the “Married Celebrity Husband” on whose behalf an injunction has been taken out to prevent publication of his name in the context of a threesome with another couple … whose identity, in this country at least, also cannot be revealed. The paper’s ability to make money off the story has all but disappeared.readers who are still paying attention are told “Gag celeb splashed in paddling pool full of olive oil and it wasn’t extra virgin … EXCLUSIVE: The Sun fights back against three-way injunction this week … THE trio at the centre of the threesome celebrity injunction splashed in a paddling pool filled with olive oil, The Sun can reveal”.
Zap! Pow!! Dull!!! But this is more about the Sun throwing a mardy strop at its loss of sales: “Despite the figure and their spouse being named in the US, a bizarre Court of Appeal ruling stops them being identified in this country … Speculation about the names is easily accessible on the internet and analysis for The Sun estimates ten million users have seen it”. What analysis? That might not impress the appeal judges.
Still, on they rant: “The Sun will be returning to the Court of Appeal next week to challenge the injunction after an outcry led by MPs”. Just the two MPs, and one of them is Philip Davies. This gives the impression, as it’s no more than prurience, that there is no public interest defence to the story and that the Sun is running it out of sheer spite, or perhaps that should read vindictiveness. But the hacks claim it’s about free speech.
Fine. Now explain why the Sun, despite its love of prurience, has not gone anywhere near the story of Culture Secretary John Whittingdale and a known prostitute, a liaison that lasted well over a year, and which involved the woman concerned, Olivia King, being invited to a number of events including one at the Houses of Parliament.
Explain why the Sun has managed not to cover this story, despite the paper also loving a good gangster yarn, and Ms King seeing one at the same time as her relationship with Whinttingdale was in progress. The kind of gangster who drives around with a machine gun in the back of his car. Where’s the Sun’s appetite for free speech then?
The answer is that the Sun, like so many titles, has an appetite for free speech only on its own terms, when it wants to flog papers and wreak revenge on Slebs who step out of line. Otherwise the readers have to look elsewhere if they want to find the truth.