Had a furtive smirk this morning at The Language Poets Use. I suppose it depends how heavy the thing is they just dropped on their toes…
Ask 'em how they feel about publishers.
I read that header as having to do with people failing to comprehend “Sir” or “Lady”, and was fairly confused by it.
sowwy, Your Piscininity.
I remember ISIHAC featuring a letter complaining that a mail order bride turned out not to be, as the writer had assumed, relict of the late Lord Boy.
Don’t be! It all adds spice to an otherwise slightly boring life. See “That Archers Who’s Who idea” for reason why.
At least they have publishers. Try asking a composer.
I had to think about that one for a depressingly long time, joe. Yrs, Worried of Sarf Lunnon.