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I have somehow become Death, destroyer of words

As the documentary evidence makes quite clear, Herb Omelette was the first man to split the infinitive. He did it in 1897, two years before his closest rival Yevgeny Potemkin, a professional cigarette filter from Kiev. Potemkin claimed that what mattered wasn't who split it first but who split it furthest, and vowed to become … Continue reading I have somehow become Death, destroyer of words

First Direct. Then, when that doesn’t work, Pretty Opaque.

So there I was, just minding my own business on the tube,* when I saw the below,* That's a lie - I was reading through the Evening Standard, which as actions go is probably as close to minding other people's business as it is legally acceptable to get. I was on the tube though.which, as … Continue reading First Direct. Then, when that doesn’t work, Pretty Opaque.

Oh yes, we’re unexpected all right. You can bank on it.

One of the perks of travelling on the Underground - assuming that body odour and awkward eye contact just don't do it for you - is the range of advertising on display. Shiny new mobile phone contracts, exotic travel destinations and distinctly creepy dating websites all fight for your attention, each desperate to land the … Continue reading Oh yes, we’re unexpected all right. You can bank on it.

The Curious Case of the Double Dactyls and the Wasted Time

So here's a thing - I've just discovered my new favourite verse form. It's called the double dactyl, and I was thrown under the wheels of this particular poetical omnibus while following the tracks of noted Clerihovian Sam Wong. There are rules galore, but as with most things apart from keyhole surgery and flower arranging it is … Continue reading The Curious Case of the Double Dactyls and the Wasted Time