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.
Carpe Diem, cease the day, why not use this as an opportunity to subscribed to the online copy, and then copy and paste to your hearts' desire any news story they have going without seeing that 'Subscribe to continue reading' mockery of the internet that is. This is the future my friend, if you want, you can do every 1970's to 1980's Futurists wet dream and dare I say it; use a micro-chip as they'd put it, to download and even print your news as you have your morning coffee. They'd also go cross eyed and full of excitement if you took your 'futurness' to a Tesco Click and Collect (or even better) Tesco delivery to your door with the concept of an online transaction, a thing of 1970's to 1980's futurists desires. If you want to rub it in and have them hot; order a robot vacuum and a robot lawn mower on Amazon or Ebay, and have it cut your grass, vacuum and scare your dog all while you download and print your news, because you can, because it's 2020. We can't live in pods on the moon yet, but here's hoping that horrible new virus doesn't wipe us all out.
