Sentence examples for tabloid imagination from inspiring English sources

Kate laughs off the Daily Mail's long-running rumble about jealousies between her and Fiona Phillips, putting it down to "tabloid imagination".

In the kitchen, wife Ruth is cooking along to Radio 4. Next door, Serwotka details how he went from the firebrand of tabloid imagination to joining the elite of the unwell.

As it turns out, she is an enormous help – as winner of a cynical postmodern talent show who's turned out to actually have talent even if it was not the talent she was on the show for, a certain sort of talent to define and refine the very image of who she is as a figment of the diminishing tabloid imagination – in helping me get my X Factor bearings.

Not even the most tabloid reportorial imagination could have foreseen how luridly this story would explode five years later.

He took advantage of his status as a sudden outsider to give his wildly lurid imagination and tabloid fund of experience free rein for a story centered on Kelly (Constance Towers), a prostitute seeking redemption as a small-town nurse, and the web of unanticipated depravity in which she finds herself enmeshed.

And he now harbours worries for the safety for Bulgarians already in the UK: "What I have read in the British tabloids was beyond any imagination.

Two artworks that irritated traditionalists, got the tabloids frothing and caught the imagination of the general public.

·2000 Big Brother Pitched as a cross between a social experiment and a gameshow, it captured the imagination of the tabloids and the viewing public.

The rest of the "cast" of "Tabloid Wars" doesn't much pique your imagination in that way -- the editor in chief, the gossip team of Rush & Molloy, a city editor, etc. Shot over three months last summer, "Tabloid Wars" does convey the hardscrabble life of the ink-stained wretch, but that's kind of all it conveys.

Some trial captures the national imagination — not because it has any particularly important issues but in a tabloid way — and you get all these talking heads babbling in the most incendiary way.

Once long ago, during my year as an old-fashioned rewrite-man at the National Enquirer, the demonic man who owned and ran the tabloid as if it and its journalists were a figment of his over-active imagination sent a reporter around the world in search of utopia.