This is a sign of a good Saturday. The Saturday newspaper is still virtually unread on Sunday morning.  My only print copy of the week when it remains unread until Sunday. If, by chance, it has been read fully on Saturday then a Sunday paper is purchased. I probably am a typical Guardian reader and am as comfortable with that as any other stereotype. Sometimes people I know personally are written about or contribute to the Guardian. In recent months two colleagues have been featured. One was Maggie Jenkin who does invaluable work solving human mysteries.

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Today another colleague is in the spot light. Naming herself as Dr Biscuit.

I have had long letters to the letters page and had them published and art exhibitions reviewed in the pages of The Guardian.

The guardian also has an alternative Obituary service called Other Lives.

The obituaries are of notable but normal people. The Obituaries are written by friends, colleagues and family members. Far from sadness these essays on a life are life affirming. The power of being under the radar of celebrity and yet contributing massively to the positive aspects of society and culture.

I can’t link directly but should the lives of normal people inspire you just google – Other Lives The Guardian.

Let me be honest, the Sports pages get recycled with the pages unmoved in this house but Feast often feeds us for a week.

Other newspapers get read occasionally. Last week the Guardian was sold out so I slipped to the Dark- side and read a Rupert Murdoch product. The Times, it is no bad thing to sometimes go for change but the behaviour of News International Journalists and management makes the Times only a real emergency read. Not because it isn’t good because it is but my moral compass spins uncomfortably as I read it. Also the quality of their paper for their cooking pages is glossy and fragile, barely surviving one cooking moment in my kitchen. Feast goes on for years.

As could I on a Sunday…