Blimey. Some things really are too spooky for words. On Wednesday night we lost Steven Wells (“Swells”), a writer who entertained and inspired so many people (including me at a very impressionable age). It’s choking to read the final piece from any writer who knows it’s coming, but in Wells’ case, the final sentence of his final column turned out to be as shocking as anything he’d ever written. Twenty-four hours after publication, Michael Jackson was off to join him.