It's a lovely morning in LA: the sun is not strong but it's out and making an effort. I decide to get on my bike and cycle down to the little newsstand a couple of blocks past the gym.

"Hi, Gee." The man who owns the stand is of Venezuelan descent and I can't pronounce his name so like most people I call him Gee.

"Wanda my friend, what can I get for you today?"

"Just these two thanks." I pick up a fitness magazine and Celebrity Goss then hand him some money.

"Only one copy?" he asks when...