I’m happy to admit that I’m a fan of Manchester’s free commuter newspaper, Metro.
I can whizz through the sport, listings, previews and news (in that particular order) in less than the time it takes me to get to work, then leave it for the next bored commuter to read.
Today, for example, I picked up an already-thumbed copy, absorbed what I needed and put it back down. I then watched as one person, then another, read the same copy. That’s at least four readers – and who knows how many more will read that copy today? It’s a mysophobiac‘s worst nightmare.