It all started with Dad. He turned into an avid Guardian reader when it became The Manchester Guardian, nonetheless. But oh boy, did he get disappointed while that clear-cut indication of a North of England pedigree became unceremoniously dropped. What treachery!
When I started doing a paper spherical for the neighborhood newsagent at the ripe age of thirteen, I became genuinely shocked to find out that hardly any of the families I delivered to had been reading the “right” paper. Later, after I took an activity lecturing in English Studies at a German college, The Guardian saved me, as an expat, excellently informed approximately what was taking place in the United States, whose language, literature, and culture I became teaching.
Nowadays, as an unreconstructed and unapologetic longtime subscriber to The Guardian Weekly, I keep respecting the courageous investigative journalism and the sheer affordable tone of its reporters: extra crucial than ever in an age wherein fake news and delinquent media exert this type of mesmeric pull on so many. I’m pleased to say that my son is a faithful reader of The Guardian online. The family way of life is going on.
