The Sun - We Love It

AS with most newspaper offices, we have the nationals delivered daily.This means we’ve all read - or at least have looked at almost everything that’s going on around about the time some of our readers are reaching for their cornflakes.
We’re allocated a different paper each month, which I imagine is intended to keep our brains ticking over nicely since we’re not stuck with the same reading matter for two long. Last month I was mulling over the cerebral prose of the Telegraph, which can be a toughie. Not least because of its shape and size. There’s a part of me that enjoys it’s defiant shape - it’s the only paper that’s not buckled under the pressure to re-size.

But it’s a challenge to manage when your desk is already littered with paper. There have been times it’s just been easier to plonk myself on the floor and read it there. Most of us don’t tend to stick to the sole title assigned to us anyway, with loyalties lying elsewhere. If you return to your desk and find your paper’s gone, chances are you’ll know who’s nabbed it. There's a reporter on our sister paper the Barnet Press who has a thing for The Guardian’s G2 - as do I.
A fellow Enfieldian who sits next to me is known for snatching The Sun come lunchtime.

It seems a sandwich doesn’t taste the same without the tabloid punch of a red-top. Now that The Sun’s mine for a month I’m becoming convinced.

And of course, being a London rag as we are, everyone wants the Standard.

Usually all at the same time.