A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a letter to Tharg. Sadly, The Mighty One has not deemed it worthy to print in his illustrious organ so I humbly present it here.
Dear Mighty One,
As I stooped to gather Prog 2109 from my doormat last Saturday morning, I noticed it wasn’t contained in its usual Thrill-restraining plastic wrap. It was accompanied by its address label though, upon which I saw the handwritten note
Got posted with ours in Blenheim Road
I can only assume that two copies had, perhaps due to the high level of thrills therein, adhered to each other so strongly that the best efforts of the Post Office could not prise them apart, leading to my copy being inadvertently delivered to the wrong address.
I would beg Tharg give me the opportunity to publicly salute and thank my unknown fellow Squaxx who, on discovering this error, immediately hot-footed it to my house - not a huge distance, but not exactly next door - to deliver the misplaced prog before I had even noticed its absence. I would ask any graphic novel I might receive for printing this letter to instead be forwarded to them, my mysterious ally on Blenheim Road in Moseley, Birmingham.