Surely, there must be a competition at Bizarre to see who can get the worst pun actually into the paper. It's the only explanation for this:
Meanwhile, Gordon's love affair with Oasis reaches new heights as a rubbish photo of Liam jogging sends Mr. Smart in the sort of sports commentary you'd have got on On The Hour:
Just imagine, eh, Gordon, those tight jeans clinging to Liam's arse as he swaggers about. And as he turns round, perfectly cupped by that aging denim - perhaps just a faint hint of fraying down to the right...
No. I'm feeling a little queasy now, and I never got as far as the phrase "threesome with Serge".
The team have, of course, turned in a crap not-a-pun for this story, too:
Actually, that's not that bad - by current Sun standards, anyway. Although you don't gallop when you jog. Unless you're able to go slowly faster than a cannonball.