I am so suggestible. In recent years, while the price has been a steady 20p, The Sun has been my daily paper of choice (a financially inspired purchase rather than a literary one). It fitted with my world view, a bit right wing proclaiming to be left wing, a bit geezer, a bit tits, pubs and football. And the europeans could go take a good long look at themselves too.
However, for the last two days I have switched my reading to The I. Again, the reason was financial rather than literary. The Sun put it's price up to 25p - a rise of 25% without even a mention or an apology to its readers - or not that I saw anyway. Having spent so much space 'biggin' up' its commitment to pursue the cause of Joe Soap in Austerity Britain, it then proceeded to add to his burden by sticking up it's own price. Hypocrisy of the highest order.
The I was 20p. So to register my disapproval, I've changed camps and thown in my lot with the middle class, polenta eating, right on thinking brigade of the Independently minded. 48 hours in and I'm taking a balanced view of Health Care Reform, the unemployment rate of 16-24 year olds and whether astrology is a good thing or a load of old 'pony', and I haven't thought about Jordan and Alex's break-up once. Bonus!
And we're just two days in. By the end of the week, I could be wearing an inuit hat, carrying a man bag, or worst of all, riding a bike to work. Anyone fancy a latte?
Thought for the day.
Do inuits suffer from ennui?
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