Well it might not have been the Sun, it could have been Sunday stablemate the News of the World. Errant Ashley, husband to the nation's favourite poppet Cheryl, was widely pictured being led away by the fuzz earlier this week for causing a ruckus at a night club (for which he spent a night in the cells). While this was going on Cheryl was nobly climbing Mount Kilimanjaro for Comic Relief. But that source of all that's true Popbitch reckons that he was staked out by the tabs (who obviously knew that Cheryl was up a mountain) and hints that the blonde in the nightclub, with whom Ashley was supposed to be having an 'intellectual conversation', was a tabloid ringer. Photos of the aforementioned intellectual conversation were taken, distributed but not published, presumably because Ashley's lawyers have taken out an injunction. Mr Justice Eady, who seems to hear all the big libel cases these days, is likely to take a dim view of any tabloid that tried to entrap Ashley (who's a footballer by the way, left back for Chelsea and England). Does all this matter? Actually, regarding the vexed issue of 'privacy', it probably does.