I’ve subscribed to The
Week for the past couple of years. It
gives me a great summary of all the week’s coming and goings, important news
stories from across the world, latest developments in Science, what’s hot in
art, books, travel , what to look out for at auction and a two page spread of
houses I can only lust over as it’s highly unlikely I will ever win Lotto.
The culinary section has given me information about new and
emerging restaurants across the country, and those whose doors I should never
darken.
I’ve learnt a great
deal from the ‘wit and wisdom’ quotes that command a full column every week. I
now know:
Life itself is a universally fatal sexually transmitted disease
(Professor
Petr Skrabanek, quoted in the Guardian, quoted in The Week)
A true friend stabs you in the front
(Oscar Wilde quoted in the Spectator
Australia quoted in The Week)
People
who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything
looks
(Author Randall Jarrell quoted in
the Sydney Morning Herald, quoted in The Week)
I even get a snippet of celebrity gossip. For example in the
14 September edition, Russell Crow had been rescued by the US Coast Guard after
losing his bearings while out kayaking with a friend. Ironically he is currently acting the lead in
a production of Noah’s Ark.
The Week covers
sports, so I can get all the scandals and intrigues about dope cheats, football
thuggery and who has been sacked/employed as a coach for the coming week. It provides
business trends and advice. It saves me buying five different newspapers and having
to watch what passes for news on TV.
It’s an all round
compact snapshot that helps keep me in touch with the world – an idiot’s guide
to keeping abreast of things.
I even picked up a UK version at Heathrow in
June.
This year I’ve been able to read The Week digitally via an email, but I resist so that I can be
surprised by the content of the paper copy that turns up in my mail box at the
start of the week.
That is up until
today, when out of the blue I got an email saying they are no longer producing
an Australian version and that the one that was produced and I received during
the week is the last edition.
They tell me:
You will
be contacted at a future date regarding your subscription and we would
appreciate your patience and understanding until then.
Patient?
Understanding?
Now I will never know the answers to Mungo’s crossword No
199 clues:
10 letter word
for: Rowed small boat, we hear, with fish
– and petting.
6 letter word for:
You old people, I am from Aden.
You would think they'd have let Mongo get to No 200 at
least.
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Update (Blog post October 7: Straightforward, simple, fair):
For those who may have been curious about the outcome of my
endeavours to access $30.76 cited previously, I can provide an update.
On Friday I received two
separate letters from the company. The first asked me for the information I had
not provided (ie the 4 page application form and documents) and that if they
did not hear from me in the next ten days they would begin to deduct charges
from the account.
The second one (postmarked and signed the same day) was a
letter advising my benefit was being paid and came with a four page dissertation
about what that meant. Most importantly: it had the cheque and I did not have to fill in copious forms.
Sense at last.
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This week's art work
New drawing for your perusal.
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Boab Broome. Ink on paper 560 x 760 mm
