Many thanks to readers who expressed concern about the non-appearance of PostScript last Sunday. Some feared Crutch might have been under the weather or had even departed for the Great Typewriter in the Sky. Others thought I had fled the scene in a bid to escape Songkran, which in retrospect would not have been a bad idea.
I did have a weird dream earlier last week in which I was confronted by squadrons of angry commas and apostrophes complaining I never put them in the right place. That might well have been an omen.
Fortunately there was no great drama and nothing for Agatha Christie to get involved in. It turned out to be just a classic technical hitch. The column simply disappeared into cyberspace and vanished through a big black hole. Maybe it even reached Outer Space and like David Bowie's Major Tom, ended up "floating in a most peculiar way."
