I was on my way back from an interview this afternoon when I took the chance to buy a copy of the newly liberated Evening Standard. And do you know what, it didn't make me feel physically ill.
Things I liked:
So all in all, not a bad use of my fifty pence piece.
Of course it's early days and I'm sure tomorrow's edition will bring yet another 1000-worder telling us about TfL's latest sinister racist plot.
But for once it was just a relief to read an entire copy of the Standard and not feel like spitting blood by the end. Long may it continue.
Image by Beau Bo D'or