I have a thing about magazines. I love them. I love the crisp unbent covers and all the goodies held in those thick glossy sheets. I simply cannot stand someone opening and reading my magazine before me. Sound a little kooky. Then size me for a straight jacket because it is one of my pet peeves. People reading my magazine before me. Breaking that spine, licking their fingers to flick the pages over, bending the cover...or indeed the two greatest abuses...doing the crossword or ..reading it in the loo.
If you come to my house and see a beautiful glistening new magazine in front of you...ask before you pick it up...for the sake of the kooky one..please..
