Monday April 27th 2015
One of the main
problems with being a poor speller, is when you know
what the word is supposed to be, it looks as though it's
spelled correctly. Then there are other words which
never look as though they are spelled correctly, even if
they are spelled correctly. This means hours can be
spent, hopelessly hunting down how to spell something
like exaserpate. I do realize this spelling of
exaserpate is incorrect. But how to find out, when by
exaserpate I do not mean exasperate I mean exaserpate.
And the sad fact is exaserpate has a b in it, and some
of us might not be blessed with the recall of a savant.
It must have something
to do with monks. They sat in cold rooms worrying about
whether their inks would freeze, called by their God to
spend lifetimes transcribing the sacred texts and obviously
they were going to get disgruntled. And probably at their
lunchtime, plots were hatched. Never been a fan of the lunch
break, always has always will cause trouble, but you have to
support the lunch break because it's a well known fact not
all lunch break plots are as insidious as the evil scheming
against poor spellers by feather pen wielding religious
fanatics. And I'm pretty damn certain Edward Lear should
never have been allowed to have a lunch break. Limericks
have done nothing to further the cause of poor spellers.
Hull does not rhyme with Bull unless you're from Hull, boyo!