Mail

I got a package in the post yesterday. Or rather, our lazy postman couldn't be bothered to ring the doorbell (I was at home!), so he just left me a note telling me to come to the post office to pick it up. (Which, fair enough, isn't too much of a task - the pick up point is literally only two blocks away.)

Getting a package in the mail is very exciting (I live a rather dull life, alright), and I had wondered about what it was. The only thing I could think of was a book I am about to review (for the Medieval Sermon Studies), and I was amazed by how fast the Danish post must be, since it had only been sent 24 hours earlier. But no, apparently the Danes are just as slow as the rest of the European postal workers. It was the latest issue of Tatler, too big for the mail box thanks to an enormous ad campaign by Burberry. Some of you might find it a bit odd that I subscribe to Tatler, and indeed it is not what I consider the best magazine on earth. But, there was an offer I couldn't refuse - 12 issues for the reasonable prize of £25, and two free products from Benefit Cosmetics. Yay! (Ok, I confess, I only wanted the make up - I love Benefit. The magazine was just an extra ... eh ... benefit.) But this means I get Tatler sent home once a month. I haven't really had the time to read the previous issue yet, but something tells me it is not really my kind of mag. I think they aim for a group of people to which I definitely do not belong. Just looking through the ads makes me absolutely convinced: any magazine which includes advertisements (all from Linley) for a keyring in walnut (for £80), a cutting board in walnut (for £250 - it's a cutting board, for God's sake!), or a monopoly set in leather and ebony (for the humble price of £5,395) is certainly not for me. Oh well, I guess I just have to spend the next 11 months looking at the pictures and waiting for the day I become a lotto millionaire.