Charlie Brooker took a rather fine swipe at The Sun on 10 O’clock Live the other night. It went something like this…

Mondays Sun also included a powerful column by Fleet Street Legend Trevor Kavanagh, in which he thundered that Sun journalists were being subjected to a witch-hunt.
Now, some say it’s rich of the Sun to complain about witch-hunts because it’s conducted plenty of them itself; but that’s really not fair. The Sun has never once conducted a witch-hunt - against actual witches - I mean ok, it has picked on one or two other groups, like erm:

Social workers, women in burqas,
Left-wingers, suburban swingers.
Binge-drinkers, forward thinkers.
Gypsies, shirkers, public sector workers.
Under-age mums, over-age mums.
Spongers who sit around twiddling their thumbs.
Anyone who’s had a fight,
Anyone with cellulite.
Looters,
Saggy-hooters.
Feminists, Leninists
Satanists who take the piss.
So-called expert boffins, the escorts who let Frank Bough in.
Anyone caught cheatin’, Angus Deayton.
The England squad, the goalies hands,
The manager, the Hillsbourogh fans.
Speed cameras, reckless drivers.
Snotty jobsworths, feckless skivers.
Trendy vicars wearing knickers.
Lezzers, benders, the cast of East Enders.
Leslie Grantham, foreigners who can’t sing our national anthem,
The French, the Portuguese,
The Krauts, The M.E.P.s.
Argentina,
Polish cleaners.
Anyone who lives in Spain,
or starts a human-rights campaign.
Geeks, freaks, crackers, hackers.
Kill-joys, pillocks, Tory boys, Kinnocks.
Moaners, miners, former men with new vaginas.
The local ‘hoodie’, Jade Goody.
Jail-birds, nerds.
Troubled song-birds, long words
and cheating turds on disability benefits who don’t seem quite disabled enough for their liking.
And - Chris Jefferies,
Russell Harty,
Members of the Green party,
Anyone who says, “recycle”,
Wayward super-star George Michael,
Channel Four,
I.T.V.
Channel Five,
The B.B.C.,
Overeaters,
Asylum seekers - especially if they snuck into Britain using any kind of vessel,
Katie Waissel,
Katie Waissel’s prozzie gran’,
Iran,
Emperor Hirohito of Japan.
Zealous coppers, wife swappers.
Bureaucrats, Eurocrats, non-existent feral cats, an innocent man called Robert Morat.
The cast of The Only Way Is Essex,
The Leveson inquiry into media ethics,
And the occasional super-model bitches,
But never, ever, ever, witches…

Unless, that is, you count all the times they’ve had a go at bloody witches!