Just as I once dumped a boyfriend because he didn’t wash his hair
for the 18 months I knew him, I recently dumped the Guardian on Saturday
largely due to the Weekend supplement’s inertia. However, I reckoned
that if a good section were introduced to Saturday’s Guardian, I might
be persuaded to forgive Weekend’s failings.
The Editor positions itself as the section to read if you’ve been
slacking on the dailies (not a new format but this one’s free). It looks
a bit daunting at first, being full of the material I usually skim over
- politics and foreign stuff. Of course, it’s my own fault that I’m a
lightweight, so I persevered.
Having unravelled the confusing layout (nice design though - very
Guardian), I discovered the pages were handily divided into sections
such as Britain, Abroad and Business. The masthead of the paper from
which each article originated is reproduced, although the ghettoised
Tabloids section sneers rather loftily at its content.
By the time I’d reached page nine, the Editor revealed its true worth -
as conversational ammo - with an idiot’s guide to the Euro, which
equipped me with enough opinions to hold my own in any debate.
Flicking through to page 16 I realised that not only can I get away with
not reading newspapers all week, I don’t have to read books either. I
now know enough of the principles of the Little Book of Calm to be able
to flirt with any New Man.
You can also do away with watching TV, going to the cinema and reading
competition details on the backs of cereal packets. It seems the Editor
is a bit of a multimedia Pot Noodle - handy, portable and vaguely
Eleanor Trickett, a campaign reporter, is now even better equipped to
flirt with New Men.