In common with many others here, I used to enjoy magazines from childhood onwards but stopped buying them years ago because they became too expensive and most of the women’s magazines were full of celebrity interviews, sensational stories, dramatic weight loss and adverts. As a small child, I had Pippin and/or Jack and Jill. My grandparents owned a newsagents’ shop at this time so I was often treated to a comic. As I grew older, l liked Judy, Bunty and Diana and, as a teenager, it was, of course, Jackie. As an adult, I enjoyed Bella and Best when they first started but they are the same as the rest now. My grandmother liked Woman’s Weekly and my mother liked My Weekly. I used to enjoy reading them from the age of nine or ten - nothing to offend innocent eyes there! For a while, I enjoyed Classic FM magazine and BBC Music magazine but stopped when they became too expensive and I had enough CDs. Similarly, I occasionally bought writers’ magazines as I had delusions of writing a bestseller one day. Several years ago, I left a bag of magazines l had bought for myself and family members in the bank. I was able to get through to my branch and had to describe what was in the bag. As I went through the list of titles - Airliner World, Rail, BBC Music magazine - I could almost hear the person at the other end of the line thinking that we were a family of anoraks.