Oh Geordie Greig, what have you done to the Evening Standard? It's as thin as Kate Moss, and it's as difficult to get hold of after 6pm as a Virgin customer services agent. It must have seemed a good idea at the time to go free, but some of us would like our old paper back and be quite happy to pay 50p for it.
Seriously, I reckon that on two or three days a week I just cannot get hold of a copy. Presumably they don't print as many, or the distribution is up the spout.
Londoner's Diary, which always used to be a good place to read political gossip, is now as obsessed by celebrities as any other gossip column, while the number of columnists no one has ever heard of seems to increase by the week.
The main redeeming factor is the paper's political coverage, which is sharp as ever. Joe Murphy and Paul Waugh are the best around, but I sense that they struggle to get as many stories in the paper as they used to, as they compete for space in the vastly reduced pagination.
Change is always difficult in the world of newspapers. We all like what we're used to, I suppose.
But when I get the train home of an evening I want to know that I'll actually be able to get a copy of the paper and also that when I do get a copy I'll feel it is worth reading.
At the moment, neither is true.