My subscription to the Guardian Weekly came about when, on my immigration to Canada in 1967, a colleague suggested that he take a subscription to the New Statesman and I take one to the Weekly, swapping copies after a week. This did not work. He dropped his and I have continued these 50 years to become an “I-read-it-in-the-Guardian” man.
On receipt of my paper, I scan from front to back, stopping at Notes & Queries: noting the contributor’s countries (I am pleased when Canada appears). I have contributed three questions over the years but have yet to try an answer, which is where the skill is!
I pause at the Sports section, still bemoaning the day it was reduced in content. I then start at the front and try hard to digest the first half of the paper before relaxing somewhat with the second.
I enjoy the in-depth articles about subjects I would not have noticed otherwise: Discovery, Books, This column will change your life (I don’t think it has yet – but you never know), Culture: well not so much for me. My deafness and location cut me off from the music and theatre scene. Then I return to the front page and go through again to pick up bits and pieces I have missed.
The Guardian has become a part of my life; I welcome it as I would a friend when I find it in the letterbox. The net result is I am still an “I-read-it–in-the Guardian” man.
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