There is literally nothing worth saving in the London press any more. The Grauniad has gone full self parody, Lebedev has strangled the indie, and the rest are a mixture of gutter sweepings and the worst paranoid hate machines possible.
If only some form of micropayment system had taken off. I would have liked to have been able to compile my own slate of writers I enjoyed, rather than put up with whatever the nepotistic commissioning editors felt fit to deliver.
The only news sources left worth buying are Private Eye, the Big Issue and the FT.
