Unlike the flat screen of a thin iPhone, the contents of a newspaper - once the fish and chips have been eaten off it, can be shared time and time again. In fact, they say the shelf life of a newspaper post fish and chips can be read up to five more times per issue.
For me as a columnist it is encouraging to know that my opinion - like it or not - has the capacity to catch the karu of 100,000 readers.
There has been a lot of korero of late about the demise of the newspaper as we know it, and how it will be swallowed up by the digital demographics of those who get their news from a tiny screen on a phone or its bigger brother, the laptop.
For me, one of my luxuries in life is breakfast with a broadsheet newspaper. Page by page of prose and piece by piece of parakuihi (brekkie) kai I devour the contents of my local rag or weekend paper as it soothes my quest for quiet.
It is true that lunch is now shared with my laptop and tea with my television, like it is for many of us as we search for those time saving shortcuts that the computer and its cordless cousins promised us. But the reality is we have gone faster and faster with far less spare time for kai and quality korero and, just like a toilet roll, the end of this short life gets closer and quicker, so for me breakfast with my broadsheet is my safety valve for slowing down.