WINNING LETTER
FAIRLADY convert
I woke up in a hospital bed one Sunday: a day that, for me, has always been reserved for the Sunday papers. My heart sank when I realised they hadn’t arrived. With my phone battery flat, no charger, I couldn’t even read the news online. The April FAIRLADY was one of the two titles the kiosk stocked.
I would never have picked up what I deemed a ‘popular’ magazine, let alone your title, as I believed I was not your target market – a black middle-aged woman of 48 who has no interest in beauty and fashion but who reads about hard news, current affairs and politics for a living. At least that was what I thought.
My first encounter with FAIRLADY was when I was…
