William Faulkner

I suit myself

You know the story about William Faulkner at the Oxford, Mississippi, post office, don't you? Sacked for sitting in the back reading the magazines instead of waiting on customers, he said, "Good, now I won't be at the beck and call of every son of a bitch that's got two cents." 

Well, when The Sun sent me off on my [cough] sabbatical [cough] in 2009 and I set up the blog at a new location, I decided that I no longer had to be at the beck and call of the Associated Press Stylebook. So I gladly adopted the Oxford comma and suited my own preferences in other matters.

When The Sun brought me back on board and invited me to bring the...