Breaking the habit

I'm half way down the street with a copy of the paper under my arm before I remember that today was supposed to be an Observer-free day.
Each week I'd barely glance at the news stories, read some good book reviews, get annoyed by Henry Porter's middle class dinner party self important guff, check out the football reports and bin it all by the afternoon.
But it's a tough habit to break.
Today's was standard fare although the book reviews were thin on the ground and Porter spoke some sense on the Mosley case before going all wide-eyed and jabbing his finger, again. (Note to Henry: you've been writing about privacy for several year now so you should know that the phrase "biometric fingerprints" is tautologous; but I guess you want to make it sound more evil).
Thank god for Monday's Guardian to look forward to. Next Sunday; must be strong and resist.