Well your Saturday anyway? Of course I read it as I'm an aspirant white male between the ages of 21 and 45, so it would be socially vulgar and wantonly criminal to do otherwise, but really these days I just yawn openly at everything in there in terms of "OMG ROFL that's what I'm meant to be doing this weekend, smugly looking at a shit exhibition which look like someon's pressed pause on a film about a giant's turnd being pulverised by a hammer". Basically it mostly culture for culture's sake wrapped around listings you could get anywhere. Even Charlie Brooker makes me stifle a yawn these days, though to be fair 90% of the 'columns' in there are well written but the rest? PAH