Another day, another issue of a weekend magazine devoted too sportsmen. This time its the one in our Australian which celebrates the 20th anniversary from a predictable selection of these muscle benders and hitters or kickers of balls of all shapes and sizes. The main muscles these worthies exercise is the buttock muscles of the couch potato brigade, who watch their exploits on ever increasing sizes of television sets which dominate their living rooms until there’s hardly anywhere to sit. One wonders if there’s anyone else doing anything worth while in Australia. Writers, scientists, medical researchers, stage actors, writers, painters and a dozen other categories don’t seem to exist in these magazines.
One wonders if anyone reads them anymore and if so why?.
