Back at my dad’s, and one
of my jobs is to go to the newsagent’s to get his paper, which for him is the
Daily Mirror as it has been for at least the last fifty years as I well remember
as a lad leafing through the pages to find the comic strips – Andy Capp, The
Perishers, and Garth; it is either reassuring or sad that they are all still
there, massively anachronistic – the workshy misogynist, the street kids free
from any adult supervision, and the muscle-bound hero rescuing damsels in
distress – the only change seeming to be they are now printed in colour.
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