I have returned from my time in the UK with an addiction. I love trashy magazines. Not of the celebrity gossip, latest Hollywood diet and fashion kind, but of the reptiles really rule the earth, crop circles are really messages from beyond and my cat saved me from poltergeist variety.
I’ve always loved a good ghost story (having lived in a couple of haunted houses myself) and I do have a soft spot for a good conspiracy theory (or, let’s be honest, even a bad one, in fact, I don’t know which is more fun-completely whacked out theories or those plausible enough to make you wonder). While we were away I discovered a plethora of magazines devoted to these and other out there subjects. My nearest and dearest simply don’t understand my fascination and I’m sure the in-laws are just a little concerned about what my hero has married into but I was delighted to discover ‘chat It’s Fate!’, ‘the Fortean Times’ and their many contemporaries.
Sadly Australia offers no equivalent reading material, so you can imagine my delight when a friend offered to pick me up a couple of magazines while she’s passing through London. However I do believe that she may now be regretting the offer given that being seen purchasing the requested material makes her feel a little bit (and here I quote) “like a sky clad, crystal bedecked, om chanting, Gaia sentient fringe dweller”.
So I hereby acknowledge the sacrificed dignity and extraordinary embarrassment that she has suffered on my behalf in the purchasing of this material. And to any who doubted her, yes it really is for a ‘friend’.
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I'm still having trouble tracking down "It's Fate" but I haven't given up! And who knows what I'll find when I hit the US magazine shops? Any transitory embarassment is worth it to see your face when I hand them over, but that may not be the case if Customs go through my case once I hit home...
If you're truly committed (or seek to be) I found It's Fate at Sainsbury's. Keep searching the good search-which is like fighting the good fight only a tad more embarrassing. Though I completely understand if you just can't do it anymore. It's Fate is above and beyond the call of friendship.
And for God's sake hold back once you reach the US. Unless you find something truly dreadful. In which case, knock yourself out.
Enjoy what's left of the trip and I'll see you in the summer time.
This is how far I go for you - just after midnight the fire alarm went off in my hotel and we evacuated. I took a minute to gather some essentials, and picked my wallet, ID, mobile, laptop and your magazines! Okay, they were sitting in the briefcase already, but if there'd really been a fire and not some glitch in the wiring, they'd have been saved!
See you next month :)
PS Restraint when I get to the US? Have you never met me?
Evacuated in the middle of the night-wow, scary. Even if it did turn out to be a false alarm, you couldn't have known that at the time.
I don't know that I would have been thinking clearly enought to grab anything and would probably have ended up standing on the street in my pjs holding an egg beater or something.
With the amount of unnecessary stuff I packed, an eggbeater is likely for me, too. And, thanks to the magic of Tesco's, I now have a copy of the elusive @Chat: It's Fate: - though I'm burning with cursiosity, I'm saving them for you as I don't want to use up all the words first :)
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