I periodically give thanks for the fact that The Guardian newspaper exists, and that I can afford to get it every day. Yes, I know people get it online, and through apps I wouldn’t know how to work. But I’m too late to change, and I like the feel of a paper in my hands. Why The Guardian? Not just for the familiar, respectable reasons of independence, though it’s true that if I took any other paper I’d know far less about Murdoch, or the UK government’s involvement in torture. But it’s little incidentals I treasure, like having a fresh cryptic crossword and sudoku puzzle every day (with apologies to readers currently in employment, or living useful lives). And then there’s the staggering quality of the photographs, with huge inside pages to die for, and the anarchic Steve Bell, a refreshing antidote to so much newspeak.