Bah! Liverpool city centre is now officially a (decent) magazine desert. With WH Smith now just a post office with a kiosk attached, Waterstones in Liverpool ONE was the only place in town to buy any decent magazines (ie, those without ‘Kerry Katona: This Time I Mean It/My Boyfriend Sold My Mum’s Breasts To Pirates!’ type covers). Now, though, it’s a case of FANCY WRAPPING PAPER AND SHIT TAKES OVER THE BOOKSHOP – as Waterstones has stopped selling any magazines at all (in Liverpool, that is. It still sells them everywhere else). We’re disgusted. Watch this space. We feel a campaign coming on.