I saw someone reading a newspaper today. I suppose this is hardly ‘news’ but since we’ve been in Greece for a week now and this is the first time I’ve seen one, I can’t help but remark on it.

In previous times, I was one of those who hovered around the mini-markets waiting for yesterday’s paper to arrive, in my case a two day old Guardian. Then, in more recent times, papers, except the Guardian, obviously, started arriving on the same day and the inevitable happened: I stopped buying papers, home and abroad.

The guy by our swimming pool reading his paper is old, even older than me, because only old people buy them. I’m guessing he brought it to Paxos because there don’t appear to be any newsagents here. I wasn’t in the least bit jealous. I’d already read mine on my phone and on my laptop. That’s why conventional newspapers are dying.

The most popular British paper is the Mail but today it sells well under a million copies, almost entirely to middle aged and old women. The second most popular rag, the Sun, sells less than that and the rest of the press is frankly nowhere

The change to on-line is moving at pace and the likes of the Mail and Rupert Murdoch’s drooping organ, the Sun, know it. Newspaper owners have been leaning on Boris Johnson to help them out and he has, to the tune of many millions of pounds of our money. Additionally, when the owners of the Mail and Sun, among others, told Johnson that people working from home was affecting their sales, Johnson and his ministers were out and about telling people they must return to the office! What a happy coincidence. My advice for anyone returning to the office is simple: don’t buy the Mail and Sun. They hate you.

I only gave up on buying The Guardian in the last year, first because I was repulsed by the idea of giving hard left toe rag columnist Owen Jones any of my money and second because I have saved a relative fortune. Because I support The Guardian as being the only newspaper not to be owned by a billionaire or a massive corporation, I make a voluntary payment of a fiver a month, hopefully none of which goes to Jones.

I still can’t give up proper books though. Consistency would surely mean I’d buy a Kindle but I’d no more do that than use Spotify to listen to my music. The only thing consistent about me is my inconsistency.