I’ll admit that I don’t like reading free newspapers. Not that the content in them is necessarily always bad, or of little substance. No. Instead, it seems as you grow older and as your responsibilities ‘multiply’, the hours of each day become shorter and shorter, such that a glance over the headlines, maybe past a page or two is usually sufficient. At least that’s what you tend to convince yourself…
The only time I’m able to read much of a newspaper is on a Sunday, when having a bath, or during transit (especially on the train). Otherwise, it’s when something truly spectacular occurs on the international scene, necessitating spending of loose change on a decent publication such as the Guardian.
However, occasionally something free and interesting comes through the letterbox, which, although minimal, solicits more than the usual hurried glance, putting other more urgent matters one has to attend to on hold. When this happens, and the resulting content turns out to be worth the time, I find myself struggling not to spread the word, especially if the content happens to be something that I have been thinking about, or a topic I recently wrote on.
via the Nubian Times