Purfleet, in his resurrected guise was ‘bang on the money’ when he describes the letters pages as one of the liveliest he’d ever seen.
He’s right, West Norfolk’s scribblers are indeed prolific and entertaining, if not occasionally guilty of leading us mere mortals down a series of blind alleys of the contributors’ special area of interest.
I’ve reached the point where I find myself checking who wrote the blessed thing before deciding whether to read some of these labyrinthine tirades or not.
Perhaps those who feel they might be guilty of this could review the length and content of their offerings before pressing Send?
Ask yourselves please “will anyone else really care about this but me?”
Steve Mackinder, Denver