Since I was a child,every weekend when I was at home my parents have bought all four broadsheets.
When I was younger, I spent an hour a day pouring over the glossy colour magic of The Sunday Times Magazine and The Independent Magazine, the intricate detail of the media and business sections, and the cold hard international news.
In time, I grew to look forward to the myriad of colummnists.
Three in particular have brightend my day, made me feel happy for bounding down the stairs.
Craig Brown, Armando Iannucci and Miles Kington.
Iannucci needs no introduction. He writes for the Observer every Sunday. His column is packed full of reassuring wit.
Craig Brown wrote the beautiful "This Is Craig Brown", which is in my room at the halls of residence. He created Bel Littlejohn and Wallace Arnold, two comic polar opposites, and wrote the Way Of The World column after the scathing genius Auberon Waugh passed away.
Miles Kington was in the Independent, full of cheerful humour.
Whenever I sat in Brighton flicking through a copy, I always savoured his column.
Some of them went on my wall, like a collection of rare butterflies held up by four dots of Blu-Tac.
Gentle puns and parodies were dotted through his columns like Easter Eggs in a churchyard, a silver wrapper glinting through the grass.
Never cruel or needlessly offensive, he could have taught your Russell Howards and Jimmy Carrs a thing or two.
It is interesting how the truly gifted are the ones who are quietly confident, not needing a primetime E4 show or a spread in Celeb to feel important.
Miles knew he was talented, and I hope he knew we loved him for it.
And now we have lost Miles.
An archive of his columns can be seen.
You can also remember him on a Facebook group.
His last one, written for yesterday's paper.
A witty column about Peter Hain was written as if Kington was helping an old lady across the world.
It ended with:
And where are we?
The other side of the street. You're on your own now.
We are on the other side of the street now, seperated from Miles not by traffic but by our mortal state.
May he rest in peace.