I bought a new magazine yesterday. It's called Let's Move to the Country, and is full of gorgeous old barns and flint cottages and people's interior design schemes. There's even an article headed - No Kidding! Could 2007 be the year you decide to keep goats? (short answer - no)
It made me think how my life has been charted by magazines. This is what I mean:
Primary school - Beano, Cheeky Weekly (do they count as magazines? Probably not, never mind, let's move swiftly on to...)
Comp - Jackie, My Guy, Smash Hits, Just Seventeen
Sixth-Form - NME, Melody Maker, Sounds
University - none, too skint
Working Girl - Marie Claire, Time Out
Flat-Buying Girl - Ideal Home, Time Out (still)
Up-the-Duff Girl (I mean, Woman With Child) - Mother and Baby, Practical Parenting
Tired Mum - Red, Eve, heat, Now, anything with gossip on the front cover
Look How Grown Up I Am - Let's Move to the Country!
Sod the goats, though. I'm not that grown up (or mad).
3 hours ago