This morning, as well as the latest Postman's Knock card, came the new issue of Uppercase magazine which I'd ordered from Magazero.This would not be a big deal at all -- loads of people are into Uppercase -- apart from the fact that when I was making the order, I spotted that they offered a lucky bag deal where you could get a surprise selection of their magazines for much less than the cover price, presumably an imaginative way to sell off overstocks.
I've always loved the idea of lucky bags, big glossy bags with who knows what treats inside -- but wasn't it nearly always the case that the big shiny bag disappointed once opened? If I think back to my childhood, I fear this was almost always the case -- the sad sweets, the bent paper puppet, the feeble comic. And so it proved to be in this case too.
I thought I had been very clever by adding a little message to my order: "Please, if possible, can I have design/craft/art mag/s in my Lucky Bag? Thanks!" Does that message not speak of eternal childhood optimism? Obviously, what I should have put was, "Dear Magazero, I am an English woman in early middle age. I am not interested in 'Asian pop culture and beyond' nor in graffiti-style sticker mags. Please send a selection of gentle, whimsical publications on collage, collecting and, at a pinch, crochet (radical only)".
This is what I got:
|Not interested in pimped-up trucks|