Cultural wasteland

I know Lanarkshire is a predominately working class area, nothing wrong with that. It has it's good points and bad, i'm struggling to think of the good at the minute so i'll skip over the bad also. I went for a bus today and just missed it. It was threatening rain and i was in 2 minds over whether to walk into the town or just wait for the next bus. I decided that i'd go to the local shop(for local people) and get a paper. Not a huge decision in anyones book, even if that book is about the adventures of a dog named Spot, it did however have some minor ramifications.

I knew i'd not get the Independent, my general proper newspaper of choice, and i decided "ach whatever" i'll settle for a Scotsman or a Herald. Also like the Independent no longer a broadsheet as such but serious newspapers in more conveinent tabloid size. You can guarantee they have some new term for this but i can't think what that is just now.

Now you can probably see where this is leading... did i get either of the above newspapers? Did i ding* there was not one respectable newspaper on sale. I wouldn't even suggest they stocked just a few and that they'd sold out, there wasn't any empty spaces on the shelves to suggest this was the case. The only papers i had to choose from were the Daily Record, The Sun, The Daily Mail, The Star** or the classiest of them all the Daily Sport***.

I find this worrying, not one of these papers is fit to be called a newspaper. The Star and Sport are soft porn, the Mail is a moralising rag and the Record and Sun just such tosh i don't know where to begin. Anyway the Sun was the cheapest so i made do with that. I'm now up to date with the happenings of celebrities and what's been happening with the people from Big Brother.

This may well be my only post today.

*A word used so i don't need to use far coarser language such as fuck or bollox.
** Might be called the Daily Star i forget.
*** No it's not a paper in the mould of Corriere della Sport. A paper purely focused on sport i believe.