This is the Modern World
8/- For a Cadbury's Creme Egg !!! (For those of you of a post-decimal persuasion that's 8 shillings. These days known as 40p). 8 shillings. They must be making a fortune out of each one they lovingly hand-craft in the quaint village of Bourneville.I'm positive they're smaller as well - like Wagon Wheels. When I was a kid Wagon Wheels were bloody huge. You could feed a family of four with one for two days at least. These days they're no bigger than Jaffa cakes. I must be very, very old.
As a result of all this bloggish debate regarding the importance (or not) of correct grammar, I'm frightened to death of writing anything that could expose me to the pity of those blessed with a clinical understanding of the way verbs, nouns, adverbs, adjectives and the rest fit together. There, their, they're. Its It's. All guaranteed to advertise our inadequacies. My Mother always had problems differentiating has and as. "My son was not in school last Wednesday has he as had a bad cold." An odd affliction I thought. All the rest she handled with ease. It's apostrophised plurals that get to me though. Pretty much everything else I can handle.
Does it matter as long as ideas and opinions are expressed ? I guess not but when you see them written with scant regard for spelling or grammar you surely wonder if the ideas were up to scratch in the first place ?
No matter how many times I re-read this, I know, I just *know* there will be a spelling or grammatical error in it somewhere.
So you turn up late for your flight and the check in staff won't let you proceed because, well because you're too late. So what do you do ? Apologise profusely tendering any number of mitigating circumstances in an attempt to ingratiate yourself with the assorted EasyJet personnel ?
Not if your a Chavette you don't. Oh no that would be too easy. In order to convince them to delay the flight while you get on it you hurl verbal abuse and tell them there's a bomb in your luggage.
Now that's quality.
Whoop !! The African Nations Cup is being broadcast on BBC Three (is the magic number). There could be some strained relationships dans le Towers Occupied during the next couple of weeks. What with the Beeb showing Liverpool v Newcastle and City v Spurs over the weekend, it's just like old times. The icing on the cake is Match of the Day returning next season. I just hope we're still in the Premiership.
My eldest is 30 years of age on Sunday. I still remember with fondness the 4 ton, bearded 'nurse' presenting me with the shriveled prune that became one of my best mates; Youngest and Dearest being the others. "Here's your son" she said in a voice as deep as Billy Goat Gruff's. Us mere Males weren't allowed in theatre back then. It was female territory. Full stop. A couple of doors away my wife was enjoying a life-threatening haemorrhage. Still, it doesn't do to fuss does it ?
In retrospect it was a hectic evening. I may write more about it, I may not. Who knows ?
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