During the recent debate concerning the use of a pen name or nom de plume among writers to the ''PostBag'', the name Edith Clampton surfaced on a couple of occasions. One reader asked where she was and if she is happy and well.
For those unfamiliar with Edith, a bit of background is necessary. During the early 1990s a reader who signed herself Edith Clampton (Mrs), became a regular contributor to our letters section. She was the ''Queen of Tittle Tattle'', suffering infuriating problems with such things as electric toothbrushes and portable potties. She also took a firm stance on elephant dung. Edith's letters were so gripping she developed something of a fan club as readers eagerly awaited the next installment of her tribulations in Bangkok, especially when she encountered awful ''scruffy people''. There was even a book published in 1996 of her collective correspondence and readers' responses.
Alas, in the mid 1990s Edith suddenly disappeared and the letters section has never been quite the same. One reader claims to have spotted Edith about 15 years ago at the Ploenchit Fair, stocking up on Marmite. And she hasn't been seen since.