The Irish Sun

Loud, brash and practically steaming with bravado — the Irish Sun is another of those daily red tops with a 30-​min read that’s built for sports-​n-​scandal consumption.
Heavily influenced by its UK parent paper, The Sun relies on punny headlines and huge pictures to fill much of the non-​sport pages. There’s the ususal pack of topless «glamour models» and homelife horror stories («Young Mum Opens Door To Petrol Soaked House From Hell») with the lionshare devoted to sports and every lace on Ronan O’Gara’s (or Drico’s) boot.
While buying your own copy is recommended, drop into any local chipper or hair dresser’s to find at least one used copy left in a seat.

The Sun is your classic tabloid newspaper. It feeds off celebrity scandal and sensationalism. The Irish version borrows a lot from the British one while adding some scintillating local gossip of its own. If you’re interested in Jordan and Peter’s breakup, general footballer’s wives shenanigans and sad true life tales of those so desperate for cash or fame that they have to hawk themselves and their families to a tabloid, then you should read the Sun.
The sports section is popular among avid fans, particularly football and racing enthusiasts, and I’m told the sports are superior to daily broadsheets. There’s definitely an element of snobbery about tabloid newspapers but in my mind OK! and Hello magazines are just as guilty of frightful gossip mongering.