With respect solely to Danny in his role and as a Blade, but the fucking Sheffield Star online is an impenetrable sack of dripping, clickbaity, idiot-enchanting dogshit. It takes fucking ages to load, and just when you think you are hovering over the area of the page you want, the scrollbar or any other such essential, detail-friendly device as such, the page suddenly re-adjusts and you click, and off you go, spiralling away from United's new signing and onto a series of fucked-up, buy-this-buy-this-buy-this cuntbatter, specifically engineered for subnormal pigfans who spend all their fucking days playing candy crush or fortnite and breeding more fat, squealing, dysfunctional Kylescum. Either that, or the brave attempts at journalism are simply re-engineered tweets from simpleton ITKs who are about as ITK as that thick parasite Joey Essex is on basic functionality.
Don't worry though, because the Portsmouth Evening News is no different. There's some or other marketing formula or metric attached to it which gives the money men a return on just how much we want to know facts divided by how easy they can steer us toward triviality, for 5p per click.
Now there's a weird tip.
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