Ah, newspapers. When people had to scratch everything onto a sheet of vellum with a goose feather and ink made crushing oak-galls by hand they really used to put some pride into their work, even polemic. I knew this monk called Gildas back in the day- now there's a man who could write vitriolic political prose. But newspapers? They used to be great and powerful, authors of social change and political shift, but now? Gossip rags; Today's headlines, tomorrow's tramp blanket.