If you are anything like me, your curiosity knows no bounds. You will read anything. The back of the washing up liquid bottle or the National Enquirer. Virginia Wolff or Jackie Collins. Every magazine you can lay your hands on: from the luxuriously matt pages of the new Harpers Bizzare to the latest edition of the scrumptiously lovely Charlie and Lola comic.
Mine is a voracious appetite, never truly sated, so when I saw magazines of the never spotted before variety I could not help myself but fritter away money I barely have on words that just might have an undiscovered part of myself unfurling.
And so it is with both Oh Comely and (oh bliss) The Gentlewoman: both the delicious cross between independant zine and magazine and both resplendant with fresh new voices, very few adverts, art direction to die for and subject matter that bridges the gap between traditional magazine fodder and the very individual intelligent writing most oft to be found in the kind of blogs we all aspire to write.
I can barely wait to climb into bed with both and a cup of Tranquility this evening….