I think I’ve been insulted. I went down to buy the paper in the local shop this morning and bought The Observer and the Woman’s Weekly Fiction Special, as shown in the photo.
Yes, it’s true, I read women’s magazine fiction. It’s light – actual weight-wise, not simply ‘light reading’, it comes in a disposable format, and it’s particularly suitable for travel reading. (I also like to know what’s being published these days, in case I feel inspired to turn my hand to fiction.)
But it’s not the only thing I read.
So when the woman in the shop asked – His reading and your reading? – I was rather taken aback. Do I really look as if I’m incapable of reading a broadsheet newspaper?
I wonder what she’d have made of my purchases yesterday, which included The Spectator, Prospect and The Guardian. I doubt she’d have understood that they were bought en route to visit my 86-year-old mother, knowing full well that she’d enjoy reading them all. (She’ll read the WW, too, no doubt, but it will be the last that she’ll pick up.)