THE other day, a stranger came up to me in a bookshop and introduced himself. He was polite and well-spoken and really made my day when he confessed he was an avid reader of my fortnightly column. It was good to know that apart from me, there was at least another person reading the result of my periodic bouts of agony as I sat facing the dreaded computer and wondering what on earth I was going to say this time round.
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