Blonde ambition

Seems a little weird to be rabbiting about sport at a time when a malign confederacy of sanctimonious do-gooders, vengeful politicians, hypocritical celebrities and hatchet-faced lefties has brought about the biggest threat to press freedom since Uncle Adolf started on his European adventures. But at least we have this fine journal which has refused to sign up to any new system of state licensing of the press.

How long before a newspaper has the guts to follow the Spec’s lead? As more than one commentator has pointed out, try to imagine reading the following sentence in the New York Times: ‘The Senate and House of Representatives last night agreed on a new system of press regulation and legislation will be introduced in the next few days.’ Yeah, right!

America’s press might not to be everybody’s taste but free it certainly is. The National Inquirer first broke the story in 2009 of Tiger Woods’s affair with the generously built nightclub ‘ambassador’ Rachel Uchitel. And it was that story of course which led to the the curious incident in the night-time of the fire hydrant, Tiger’s SUV, and a three-iron wielded by Erin Nordgren, the then Mrs Woods, smashed through her husband’s windscreen.

As a result, we now have the best story of the year, a nuclear mix of sport, good looks, celebrity, millions of dollars and some very blonde hair: namely, the wonderful revelation that after his blissful life with Elin, interrupted by only a dozen or so kiss-and-tells, Tiger has now found true love in the arms of the Olympic skier Lindsey Vonn, beautiful, brave, and by a mile the best woman skier in the world. Vonn has modelled in the Sports Illustrated swimwear issue, and those in any doubt about what might have attracted the libidinous golfer could do worse than have a glance.