When I first went to the UK in the late 90s, I somewhat naively had no idea which political direction each individual paper was leaning in. In order to remedy this I bought a copy of a different paper every day for three weeks. I had some enlightening moments, including that The Daily Sport was not all about sport. My two favourites at that stage were The Guardian and The Independent.
Years later, after settling back in Australia on a diet of The Age and The Sydney Morning Herald, I met my future wife. She varies towards the arts and finds that news in general can be somewhat depressing, whereas I am a scientist, and find news and current affairs fascinating.
Our compromise was to subscribe to the Guardian Weekly, which has been a source of stimulation and conversation for both of us – she reads from the back, and I from the front.
We invariably meet at the crossword, which we frequently fall asleep doing together, perhaps a metaphor for the puzzles of life that The Guardian has helped us to contemplate in partnership.
