I remember watching a young man buying a big pile of magazines in France once; the cashier went through checking the prices. There were the French equivalents of all kinds of funny things like Computer World, Railway Gazette, knitting, birds, canal boats, tennis, gardening, astronomy, cooking... what wide-ranging interests he has, I thought, then buried in the middle was.... Gay Times. I felt a bit sad that he felt the need to do it that way.