Open Mouth, Insert... I was at a birthday party today, and I openly ridiculed The Sun ('newpaper'). Oops.
→[More:] I thought my BIL had taken leave of his senses, and I called him on it. 'What are you doing reading this rag? Good Lord, it's
awful.' I went on to make fun of the Page Three girl (what sort of newspaper has gratituitous tit shots?), the fact that there's ANOTHER 'OMFG SOMEONE KIDNAPPED MADDY!!1!!1!!!' "story" on the front page (replete with ridiculous 'police sketch') and Rupert Murdoch himself, the biggest twat to ever plague the publishing business.
The newpapers (there were actually two of them there) belonged to HIS brother-in-law, who didn't appreciate my comments.
I really should've really learnt to tell when Conservatives are in the same room by now. Silly me.