In praise of old fashioned newspapers, you know - ones that are actually printed.
It's so nice to be back in a country where you can visit a newsagents, corner shop, whatever, and choose from a quality selection of daily newspapers.
Mr Patel's shop opposite Patrick and Randy's house in Ferntower Road (a.k.a. Shire central in Highbury/ Islington) has a nice selection that includes the biggies: The Independent, The Times, The Daily Telegraph and the greatest paper in the entire world: The Guardian.
Within 30 seconds I can leave their front door and buy a newspaper... every day if I so wanted (and I do).
That's pretty damn cool.
Back in NZ I never bother to buy a newspaper - I read The Guardian online instead. There, the local papers (and I include ALL NZ papers in that description) are rubbish. Sorry, but they are.
But even reading The Guardian online is not like the real thing - flicking through a paper and reading stuff I had no idea was there before I bought it.
[To wit: read this - it's great! and I never would have seen it online]
When I read online I scan headlines and maybe read one or two things before heading to the English football stories. I scan them and maybe read one or two involving Arsenal or the train wreck that is Chelsea right now.
When I buy a print version I take so much longer to read it. I read stuff I never would online and I relax as I'm doing it. A nice cuppa goes down nicely.
Yes, I know - I'm a simple soul, but I really miss that experience.
Making the most of it right now!
Love and peace - Wozza