to think WHAT ist he point of the Sunday Times and where is the relevance with my life?

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I am probably never going to go on holiay to Papua New Guinea.

Rod Liddle is an arsewipe.

Do not need to look at adverts for 2.4 million ound gaffs in Putney. Likewise am not in the market for a second home in Zermatt.

I can't afford the shoes and think that Natalie Hartley looks like a lazy-eyed scrubber whatever she happens to be wearing that week.

Am not in the market for 6 figure sum job running a council somewhere.

Am not going to watch sadie Frost in her new theatrical appearance.

Do not frequent the same restayurants as AA Gill.

Sunday Times has absolutely no relation to my life at all. Why do I love it so much and devour it every week?

I used to absolutely lurve the Sunday Times but haven't bought it for over a year now.

I am not sure what has happened to it but I think it has got pretty stale - the same columnists for a decade, at least.

The main thing, for me anyway, that I have got to my mid thirties and realised that all the aspiring has got end. I will never own a house in Islington (would me my idea of hell), do not want to send my Dc to private school, not all that interested in the expensive restaurants in London, designer clothes are a waste of money, have no wish to go to Sychelles. You get the drift.

The Sunday Times just doesn't resonate with me.

The Sunday Times is a dull 'paper imo.

The (N)Observer is far more entertaining. Ludicrous fashion, bizarre lecturing on green issues but Mariella Frostrup saves the day every time. If I'm honest, I only buy it because of her. I could read her advice on line I guess.

No votes for Daisy Waugh? Makes living in a tiny hovel slightly more bearable to read in her bitchy property column every week about how people who can afford big expensive houses are plonkers/have no taste. Felt quite bereft to read this week that she is going to tone it down.

That WAG article was the most pointless piece of 'journalism' I have ever read outside of a sleb mag; almost started a thread about it, it irked me so.

Mrs Mills = Simon Mills (or his wife), no?

xp jajas!

love the times but can't bear the sunday times - on the rare occasion I buy it i just spend the whole sunday morning swearing at it. it is essentially the news of the world with a few long words thrown in. still not forgotten the hitler diaries. downhill from there on in.

AA Gill is a wonderful wordsmith though - I sit in wonder at some of his phrases sometimes wishing I could write like that. He wrote a wonderful article about the Towton Society and the Wars of the Roses a while back that had none of his usual spite - just respect for the people he was writing about.

I love the ST too but can only aspire to most of it. But we will be having a once in a lifetime holiday soon and I found out today in the travel section I can have my car collected at the airport terminal and brought back there cheaper than I can park in the long stay and get the awful shuttle bus - with four kids and all those bags its a godsend!

Myth - yes I forgot about that, the valet service at airports is somethinG I didn't know about either.

AA Gill very good - I love his spiteful reviews and also his brilliant article when he is travelling - one about an ecological disaster in uzbekistan really sticks in the memory.

YANBU. I could have written that OP myself. The Aunt Sally problems are all variations on the same irritating theme. Most of the columnists are also v. annoying. But I keep buying it. And I made the chicken and leek thing out of Style today and it was fab.

Just be careful with the valet parking! Some of these firms will park your car in a residential street somewhere (rather than a secure car park) where it is more likely to be stolen or vandalised.

Dont 'take' the Times myself (that is what you do isnt it - take rather than buy it or read it?'

but I do miss ES magazine. I cant get the Evening Standard anymore and I am lost without the advise contained therein

'when flying long haul I always take a supply of Dyptique candles to sniff and two or three pure cashmere pashminas to wrap myself in. I find without these little luxuries landing in the Maldives can be quite harrowing'

'Everyone really should make the effort to eat 'well' . Those of us on limited budgets should head down to Wet and Wild where you can buy a whole supper's worth of supplies for less than £50'

and so on.

Plus they had just engaged Peaches as an agony aunt and I was so looking forward to her pearls of wisdom (given her vast and varied life experience).

I used Purple Parking when I travelled very preggers - was a genius thing. Swanned up to airport, lovely man picked up my car, when I returned it was there in moments. Don't know about parking, all I can say was mine was fine and it was a fab exprience - cheaper, quicker, wonderful

yes i always LOL at " capsule " wardeobe shit and pashminas and spraying your face wiht yak milk mid flight

oh do fuck off
( and aa gill is a wanker - as is anyone who uses the word " wordshmith")

Yes, and cashmere bedsocks for flight.

And the all purpose sarong.

And any item of clothing that 'doubles up'.

Bog off, please.

It's good for shouting at and waving in DH's face and yelling "just who is this for exactly?"

The 'Luxe' supplement anyone?

and in januray we get spas
and in feb we get skiing and ridiculous chocolates for Valentines

20 ways with a leg of lamb in march
body bech beautiful all early summer ( fake tan etc)
fucking jaggers house in Ibiza in June
pealr lowe blags a ffree holiday in July
adn in August we talk skin cancer
september how to be fashion forward witht he miliatary jacket (every year)
the best winter coat ( who wears long coats ousdi london - we are all in cars fgs)
then xmas parties. ofice shagging and xmas decs thereon forward

amen

Don't forget the cutaway swimsuits in July, that we'd all look fantastic in

And 101 ways to burn root veg in October

And 1256 pages of Xmas gifts (for him, for her, for that) that you would need to take out a second mortgage for (buy your cleaner a mulberry handbag, why don't you?)

Don't forget the detox diet in January.

oh yes detox diet

then sod it " starve at a spa"

( pref one that has paid for one of u to go to ti)

I DO know it should have been advice BTW

got a bit carried away.

Remember the low GI diet?

God, they went on about that one for weeks.

Seem to remember much banging on about yoga retreats for a while, too.

You forgot Nautical looks for spring (oh yes be original and wear a matelot top with crop white trousyer like you tell us EVERY DAMN YEAR)

The same old crappy sequin dresses every December for 'party season'

Pink expensive tat for valentines (oh I lolled this week - there wasd a solid silver jigsaw from Asprey which had 'Marry Me' engraved in it. Cost £335. So some daft sap can give that to his beloved over dinner in Nobu or whatev. FFS.

aa gill is not a wanker, he's a very nice man (with wankerish tendencies). i still remember loling at a piece he wrote about the minnellium dome.

will you marry me?

No, you gullible twat, you just wasted three hundred big ones on this dubai-esque nonsense.

Giles Coren though - he must be a wanker. His columns ooze self-love...