I urgently need a trip to the library and the charity shops to stock up on stuff to properly entertain my brain and stop me wasting time surfing the net.
So how do you get a literary fix in this temporary, wordy desert? Hit the newsagent and buy The Spectator.
The Speccie’s been around for a long time (first published in 1828), so clearly it’s doing something right. Whether you agree with it’s politics and opinions almost doesn’t matter. What it is, is a lesson in journalism, feature writing, editorial savvy and let’s not forget, entertainment.
I always read it in an absolutely set order. Starting at the back. Here lurks solutions to amusing etiquette dilemmas, snapshots of life at the top and bottom of the social pile and the like. All interspersed with tellng cartoons.
Follow this by plunging into the Arts and Books section which includes book reviews, cinema, current TV, theatre, opera and any other art form that takes the editor’s fancy.
Ready for some political stuff? Start moving towards the front.
This will be packed with OPINIONS, which you may or may not agree with. Keep an open mind. Ask questions. Think. Or just get cross and write to the editor anyway.
Worn out with shouting abuse or running around the kitchen thinking you’ve just found a voice for your political views? Move on to the the week’s diary. A platform for a well chosen bod to write about ‘stuff this week’.
And relax. You’ve just got through it all in time for the next issue.
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