So the Guardian is running an ad for the Guardian Weekly on their website. Their strapline is “A compact digest of world events delivered to your door, even if it has to be delivered by donkey.” Well, we’ve been sending the fucking donkeys into town for weeks now, and there’s still no sign of it.
I’ve taken one of those ‘really professional and absolutely true’ online tests to see how quickly I read. Apparently I can do 350-400 words a minute, which is more than the average person’s 250 - 300. Maybe this is a good thing, maybe not. Sometimes when I read things quickly strange headlines pop out. A sample from today:
“Four months ago, fire swept through an east London whorehouse rented by the storage company Momart. Hundreds of works by leading British artists were destroyed.”
More as they happen.