WH Smith, had re-branded their outlet at Gatwick as the London News Company.
It was the same old store, with the same old things that annoy me.
My hope is that one day, we get a good travel convenience store.
I get my favourite newspaper, by buying vouchers. Picking a paper up on the Overground is sometimes difficult, as there isn’t many paper stores. And often finding one that accepts vouchers is not easy. I changed onto the Overground at Whitechapel, where I’ve fruitlessly searched before, so as I wanted to change to a Clapham Junction train, I tried Canada Water instead.
I struck lucky in that there was this excellent kiosk, just a short escalator ride up and down from the platform.
After C and I did our Sunday morning shopping, one of the first things I would do on return, was to remove the sections of the Sunday Times, we didn’t read.
I still do it, except that the sections I bin are different.
One of the first to go is Driving, as I have little interest these days.
As my father was a printer and bookbinder, I don’t like poor quality printing, even in a newspaper.
I did try looking for a good one, but all the copies I could see were similar.
If you have a freesheet like the Metro or the Standard or even a newspaper like the Sun, you need good pictures and stories to fill the pages.
Crossrail is proving to be an excellent page filler for popular newspapers.
A few days ago, I saw a lady reading The Morning Star on a bus. I hadn’t seen a copy for many years.
The lady was reading the television programs and I wondered whether they carry the information for channels not very well disposed to the left.
Perhaps the funniest story about the paper, was that many years ago, their racing tipster was doing very well in the naps table carried in The Sporting Life, that gave a prize for the best tipster after the season. Their sales went up a couple of notches.
In a piece by Anne Spackman, the Comment Editor, which describes him as an editor, who knew the value of editing, there is this final paragraph.
When his wife rang just days later to say that William had been taken into hospital, she said he wasn’t afraid of dying. “It’s going to be so very interesting,” he had told her.
If we could all be as brave and dignified, when the time comes.
For some reason, my Sunday Times today, didn’t have a copy of the Culture section. So I won’t know how to avoid the total crap on the television over Christmas!
At least as I only watch BBC1 to 4 and Sky Sports1 and 2, I can probably find out what’s on, by just flicking channels.
The fiendish Sudoku numbered 5373 in the Times on Friday seems insoluble.
I’ve made a couple of copies for next year.
I’ve read The Sunday Times for years and got a copy at Stansted.
Why oh why, haven’t they changed to a tabloid size, as it is not the paper to try reading on a plane? Especially, as the newsprint they use today, seems to be incapable of folding and sticks together all the time.