I hear that some Fleet Street newsdesks have issued a Ã¢â‚¬Å“cool downÃ¢â‚¬ warning to the hot-blooded pack covering the case of missing Madeleine McCann in Portugal.
But itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not just exclusives that the newshounds appear to be chasing. According to my sangria-swilling spy, some of the reported shenanigans in Praia da Luz wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be out of place on a raucous stag trip to Benidorm.
To head off a spate of panicky denials from those involved, Axegrinder wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t name names Ã¢â‚¬’yet.
But the more colourful incidents include one story about a tabloid snapper who Ã¢â‚¬Å“satisfiedÃ¢â‚¬ a member of a hen party in front of her cheering chums. Then, thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the reporter from a broadsheet who enjoyed an energetic coupling with a lovestruck tabloid hack on a sunlounger.
And romance appears to have broken out between two hacks on rival papers with reports of beachfront strolls at sunset Ã¢â‚¬’despite reports he has a girlfriend back home. The booze-fuelled antics have left execs back in the UK less than impressed.
Personally, Axegrinder reckons theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re miffed to miss out and are hankering for a time when Fleet Street was more fun Ã¢â‚¬’however grim the story.