| Life in True Blue Tory Oxfordshire |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
Okay, so I live in Friendly Dave Cameron's constituency. I have come to terms with that. I don't have to like it but hey, that's just the way it is.
But every so often something winds up my inner socialist. I was heading off to Derby for Alt.Fiction yesterday (of which more later) and took the back way to the motorway. Stopping in one of the villages to top up with fuel, I thought I'd buy a paper to read today, Sunday. As is usual nowadays, the filling station serves as the village shop.
So, I could see the Daily Malice, The Torygraph and the array of Murdoch Press Fish-wrappers. Rather puzzled, I pay for my fuel and ask the studenty lad behind the counter, 'Don't you sell The Guardian?'
Halfway between shame-faced and exasperated he explains, 'We only get one copy and that's reserved.'
And presumably handed over in a plain brown wrapper, so the local radical can remain under cover?
Or, as my husband remarked when I told him about this, perhaps it's actually for the local Head Tory, so he can keep tabs on the lefty enemy thinking?
grrrrrr |
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I've noticed over many years of living in the south-east that if I don't pick up my Saturday Grauniad in the morning, it then becomes quite a challenge to find somewhere that still has any copies. There are, of course, any number of copies of various right-wing rags. I'd have thought free-market economics ought to mean that the various newsagents should buy in more of the papers they sell out of, and fewer of the ones they end up with extras. But apparently it doesn't work like that.
Ah, free market economics might work that way, but you're assuming supply there to meet demand. And increasing supply to meet demand is so not socialist, you know.
(OK, I can't explain the buying of too many of the Murdoch/Desmond/Barclay rags, unless they're on sale or return.)
unless they're on sale or return.
Which I seem to remember was precisely the case a few years back - and I haven't heard anything different since. At least at that time, the Guardian was in fact unusual in not being sale or return.
Reading the Grauniad for an insight into lefty thinking reminds me of our beloved majesty remarking how she liked to listen to Mrs Dale's Diary to keep up with how the lower classes were living . . . | |