Morris - head of start-up Public Image and author of Harry Price: The Psychic Detective (PRWeek, 16 Feb) - wrote in pleading for a copy to be sent to his home. Why? He couldn't get to the newsagent because he had broken his leg in his garden.
It gets worse, as Morris explains: 'I found that my neighbour had thrown custard over my ginger cat Meatball, thinking he was a fox.'
'I managed to recover Meatball from the hedge only to find Mr Rembrandt coming up the path to my house. I tried to hide but slipped on the custard dripping off Meatball, and ended up breaking my leg.'
'My girlfriend doesn't believe me,' he adds.
Nor do we, Richard. But, then again, would you really make that up?