That's really unfair . . . surely there's no better device for exploring the big bang than a hardon collider? I'll never be able to think about it in the same light again lol. If you haven't already done so, you should send it to Private Eye.
PS Stefmez: you hook a fish out of water with a gaff. A hardon collider is obviously a necessary bit of scientific kit but it is also, in this instance, a gaffe.
Your Mum hasn't got back to me yet (English breakfast tea is fine with me) but I suspect I'm still not off the hook . . . or the gaff in this instance.
Elton John or Boy George. Thanks very much. Remind me to repay the favour some time.
Why did I turn out such a pedant? Well you'd have to ask my TV-banning, lentil-baking, library-enforcing, doctor-eschewing, beanbag-sitting, grammar-correcting, homeopathic, 2nd dan black belt, all-round no-nonsense mother. 'Cos me, I got no idea.
1. Changing which to that
2. Putting the accent on cafe
3. Changing affect to effect
4. Turning little dashes into bigger dashes
5. Giggling at typos
6. Blocking out the sci-fi talk
7. Arguing about whether something should be upper or lower case
8. Juggling commas and apostrophes
9. Gazing at The Times Style Guide
10. Misreading things in a deliberately obtuse manner
Sub-editors have a reputation for being odd. Is it any wonder?
It has come to my attention that there is some confusion over a couple of the nicknames on this blog.
Mostly, people want to know who The Bastard is. No, it's not my editor. D'ya think I'm stoopid? The Bastard is Vince, our lovely freelance sub. Nicknamed thus for being the absolute opposite of a bastard.
The Chief is/was (sob) our chief reporter Mr Ball, now cruelly swiped by the Bureau of Investigative Journalism - and not, as you may think, the chief sub. The chief sub (devoted Avatar fan and best subbing mentor I could ever have hoped for) is Dr Kit Davies. He has two degrees in Italian, don't you know. So don't question his spelling of puttanesca...
That's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteSomeone will be very red faced about that little gaff ...
ReplyDeleteThat's really unfair . . . surely there's no better device for exploring the big bang than a hardon collider? I'll never be able to think about it in the same light again lol. If you haven't already done so, you should send it to Private Eye.
ReplyDeletePS Stefmez: you hook a fish out of water with a gaff. A hardon collider is obviously a necessary bit of scientific kit but it is also, in this instance, a gaffe.
Oh Vice Chancellor... Correcting my mother's English? You know not what you do!
ReplyDeleteGuess I won't be getting an invite to her gaff for a cup of tea then . . .
ReplyDelete:-)
Besides, if she turned off the footy and insisted on baking lentils instead I'm not sure I'd want to go.
That's me in deep enough already I think! Especially given the black belt you mention. The only thing that I have that's black is a pair of shoes.
Now I know who you are! Elton John? No... Boy George! No... neither of them would own a pair of black shoes...
ReplyDeleteYour Mum hasn't got back to me yet (English breakfast tea is fine with me) but I suspect I'm still not off the hook . . . or the gaff in this instance.
ReplyDeleteElton John or Boy George. Thanks very much. Remind me to repay the favour some time.
I actually find the horse more attractive . . .
Be warned, if she invites you for tea it will be with the dinnertime meaning - and you will be it!
ReplyDelete"I actually find the horse more attractive.."
What an ambiguous statement. More attractive than its accompanying lady? More attractive than Boy George? More attractive than tea invitations?
However, I have deduced one thing. You are definitely from the countryside.