Here's an impressive readout of the Daily Express front page cycle: the EU and its sinister designs, apocalyptic weather, sickness and miracle cures, pensions, miscellaneous thieving scum, many of foreign origin. And then over again.
There are occasional eruptions of royalty, but it's a sometime thing. The author notes that house prices are not on the grid, which to me indicates that the folk reading this are too old for the property market, eking out the bitter dregs in pain and fear, in occasional hope of a miracle.
It is obviously a grid: reactionary populism of the kind that can be auto-generated by an understaffed newsroom from a bunch of press releases. Anyway, it's safe in there, in the office, making only occasional forays into the outside world and its mongrel filth accumulating under lowering skies.
I was going to say that what we have here is a holding pattern, attendant the arrival of a strong man who will clear all this up. But it's really a newspaper for people who no longer have the vigour to hope for such a solution. It's the product an ex-porn magnate, a former wanking impresario, produces for people waiting to die.