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It seems that the Times article was veering towards the scaremongering if not blatantly untrue. As I don't take the Times I shall instead vent my spleen about the Sunday Times, which I religiously read. Why? I hear you cry as one. PIcture the scene; a Monday morning at the local edicola; I am faced with an Observer, over half of which is devoted to Sport; an Independent on Sunday which is only a hairs breadth thick; the weighty tome of the Sunday Times. All cost 5 euros as near as dammit, so The ST wins on bulk if not content. And it does last me a week. Or it would, if the European distribution department ever managed to deliver a complete paper. 248 pages the main section promises. More often than not it lacks 148 of those. When it does arrive intact it drives me to the point of distraction. I loathe most of the columnists, from Jasper Gerrard, to Minette Martin, via Mr Woodhead, ex schools inspector. However, most opopbrium is reserved for Rosie Millard who writes smugly of her property portfolio. Why should I fund her buy to let empire. However, even Rosie has been ignored recently in favour of a witch who writes in the HOmes supplement. This woman has bought a hovel in Wales which she is having problems making habitable. Her husband has left her, and I can only sympathise with him. She spends most of her column writing vicious things about her ex, and I really resent paying for her spleen to be spread across my Sunday paper. I detest this woman. I would willingly name her, but for some reason she isn't in this weeks edition. I can only hope the editor has had enough of her self pitying whining and cast her adrift. Or perhaps her husband has issued her with legal injunction. Or a lethal injection, I really don't care which. Perhaps I am not the average Sunday Times reader and fail to appreciate her incisive comments, but then as the average ST reader would be, judging from the contents of the paper, a millionaire with homes in Chelsea and Tuscany whose other half is shagging the aupair, secretary, or both, and is faced with a stress inducing choice of public school or ski lodge in Closters for their obese/anorexic child with attention deficit disorder I realise that I am indeed lucky. And that's worth 5 euros of anyones money.