It started with Bunty, and then came Mandy, Jackie was altogether more sophisticated, but none could compare to Just Seventeen, especially when you were actually thirteen. I grew up reading magazines, heading to the library to leaf through them when my mum refused to buy me any more, and I still find them an absolute treat even now. I no longer buy DVDs preferring to download films, all my music is on iCloud, and my house is mostly devoid of books with everything I read safely stored on my iPad. But magazines? Nothing beats holding an actual magazine in your hand. Studying the cover, folding down the corner of a page with a particularly enticing recipe or a 'must-buy' dress, or having a good old soak and reading about desert islands and distant shores.