Clearly not the target market

So one of mum’s friends brought her a range of mags to wile away the hours at hospital. One of these was Vogue.

Fast forward to my morning ablutions when I took said magazine with me*.

As I settled in the first thing I did was flick through to the back section looking for the food section.


* It was a moment of sheer clarity when I realised that if I ever want to sit and read a magazine again it would have to be with my pants down and my bowels open.