The magazine that launched the likes of Mark Frith, Kate Thornton and Emma “CIA? CID? Same thing” Jones to ‘stardom’ is finally to close. I never bought a copy of Smash Hits myself, but I’d frequently browse through my sister’s copies when we were growing up. It was a bit pants, wasn’t it, with its stupid made-up words and SAW obsession?
Still, it feels like the end of an era. I imagine this is how my parents’ generation felt when The Eagle closed, whether they read it or not.