Co-op, Sunday morning. An unlikely setting in which to take the pulse of a nation but a lap of the newspaper stand, digesting headlines each Sabbath has become something of a tradition.
In retrospect, I could have done without the ritual this week. What I thought would be its nadir – yet another bent-over Corrie star panty pic – turned out to be the relative highlight. It might have appalled but at least it didn’t depress.
Elsewhere, however, the news was not so good.
British doctor helps patients around rules against choosing your baby’s sex. We name this child ‘Commodity’.
More relaxation on wedding rules – now you can be married at any time of night or day – further blurring the line between ceremony and circus.
And a prison governor is advised to apologise in writing to an inmate for finding methadone in his cell because proper procedures were not followed.
“You should always read the newspapers and watch the news at least once a day,” Miss H used to advise us in our final year at junior school. Nowadays, I suspect she’d be more likely to shield our impressionable young eyes.
And illicit panty shots would be the least of it.