A while back I bought Vogue magazine for the very first time. It was because I couldn't decide on which magazine to choose and also because the lovely Carey Mulligan (did you see 'An eduction'? Great film by the way) was on the cover, so I caved an bought what is known in fashion as 'The Bible'.
As in almost every magazine the first few pages were filled with some ads.
14 pages to be exact.
No wait, 28 pages.
No-oh, let me correct that, 44 pages.
Now we can start to read!
Or not quite yet, it's just the table of contents, people!
Which at this point is hard to believe: the fact that there will be actual content to this magazine.
But we're not giving up just yet, we're now at advertising page 56 & still going strong.
At this point, they even promise there will be more content to the magazine.
Be patient, we're almost there.
Ah! We've made it!
We've turned 84(!) pages to finally find an article.
Hallelujah & Praise the Lord!
For I was blind and now I see,
I will never buy Vogue again.