A suitably Fry-esque word would be ‘splendid’.
The Mail is such an odious and crushingly obvious little comic that I struggle to believe anyone actually takes it seriously. But apparently some people do!
The majority of its readership probably just use it as some sort of confirmatory crutch for their odious little minded views. A sort of anti-think. I had a senior manager once who was a confirmed mail-ite. She was typical of the genre. A ‘self starter’ who made up for her obvious lack of real intelligence with bullying tactics. A sort of ‘head down charger’ who believed that a grinding and relentless approach could achieve anything.
These character traits are admirable as part of a rounded personality that also includes wit, intelligence and self-deprecation. But employed alone they typify the mail-ite.
Anyway, as long as the normal-minded among us would only ever countenance buying the Mail if we’d run out of bog roll, the we’ll be fine. I’d even think twice about eating chips out of it, I like a bit of vinegar, but the bitter essence that would come oozing out of the paper would make my eyes water!