I take it that you are accustomed to working at your own pace, as your piece for our magazine arrived yesterday a day short of a year behind the deadline. I have only bothered to reply as I am absolutely flumoxed by your bare faced cheek in turning work with such tardiness. What’s more it was with dismay that I noted the lack of attention you had applied to your squalid prose. It is rife with spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes that would make a six year old blush; the paper appears to have been torn from a wall and reeks of old fish and I could barely see the point of an article about the risks of the y2k bug in 2010 anyway. I politely suggest that you take a long look at yourself and ask whether there might be a better way for you to waste your time on this planet than annoying me.