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Hmm, new observer

Big review seems like a good idea, then they go and stuff it full of awful charts telling us what some bookshop in fucking brighton or something sells. Or downloads. Or sits in a coffee shop and dreams about whilst they use their twatting iphone to like arrange a meetup yeah at that hot new popup joint which does, like, proper Vietnamese, yeah? I find it hard to care about review sections unless they have honest to goodness reviews in them. Thankfully this one's big enough to include that too, on balance, a plus. But I still can't shake the feeling that it's, I don't know, slightly thicker (in the IQ sense) than it used to be? Possibly? Hmm.

Sport, ugly fonts, kudos on the fergie interview though. Nearly had a heart attack when I thought they'd ditched said and done, mightily relieved to find it it though.

News, as you were.

Something hatable about the magazine, can't quite put my finger on it. Scandalous relegation of Atkin, poor show (but then like, yeah, maybe we should like talk about like chai, and stuff, yeah? I'm being unfair, I know, but I'm still pissed off by the charts from the review section).

Who the fuck reads the other sections anyway?

Oh I don't know, still miles better than the indie but on balance it just seems to be a little bit more of a trustie fuckpig than it used to be. I'll still buy it though, because like, I blog, yeah?

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