CONSIDERING it was the New Musical Express that turned me from a virgin schoolgirl into a brilliant creature, you’d think I’d be pleased it’s about to be launched again.
But I fear that reports of the publication’s rebirth have been greatly exaggerated.
NME literally changed my life.
As the daughter of two Bristol factory workers I once saw a careers teacher at my sink-school comprehensive tell a classmate who wanted to be an air hostess that she was aiming too high.
The last time I saw a copy it was in 2018 and shivering forlornly in a “please take one” bin in a shop doorway.