Usually I buy the Sunday Times for the book reviews, which means I can discuss them (the books that is) without having to read the wretched things. But the Times is going down the Swanee and every few months decides to cut back on the reviewer fees by padding the paper out with interviews with some Z rated celebrity who rattles on about his/her's/its fight against racism, sexism and being an arse numbingly dull pain in the arse with the result that I can't help wondering if this is what I really want to spend my £2.90 on. Decisions, decisions. I think that I will go back to bed and sleep on it.
To be honest gnoib, that is pretty much a given. Years ago when I was a teacher a colleague looked at a pile of coursework that his pupils had clearly downloaded straight from the internet and, sighing sadly, said, "If only this was written on soft paper it would be of some use." That pretty well sums up my attitude to most of the UK media.