If anyone knows me well, they’d know I love my newspapers. Come lunchtime I’d head over to the local Cafe for my traditional English breakfast, which consists of beans, toast, bacon eggs and tea.
Before chowin’ down though, I’d exit the Cafe and walk through the doors of my local newsagent. Knowing my food was waiting I kept the chit-chat to a bear minimum, quickly picking up a copy of my favourite newspaper and placing a twenty pence piece onto the counter as I left.
“I was always very polite.”
Heading back into the Cafe where my food was waiting. The waitress would deliver my tea just how I liked it – strong no sugar – now I could begin to have my lunch, I was ready.
Then that all changed, I moved offices. Now out in the middle of nowhere, no newsagent in sight – gone was my afternoon ritual of 10 years.
Now I’m resigned to reading the news on my Nokia N96 while I eat my lunch in the corporate cafeteria. Its not the same, especially when I drop some beans – my Nokia doesn’t like beans.
Sad but true the newspaper industry is fighting for its very survival. And one day there will be no newspapers, no smiling newsagents, no lots of things.
Be careful what you wish for, (06:20) gets me everytime.
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