It seems odd to be pleased when a newspaper folds, but not when it’s The London Paper. The bottom-feeding freesheet has been closed down by Rupert Murdoch after losing money, and will no longer be thrust at commuters by purple-clad vendors. Its contents – tiny articles about TV non-celebrities and drunk singers – took about two tube stops to read before the paper was abandoned in trains, filling them with discarded paper. I wrote for them, but they ‘forgot’ to pay me and ‘lost’ some of my columns until I stopped bothering to file them. Hopefully the near-identical London Lite will follow suit down the drain.