My latest acquisition.
Mine because the hospital wouldn't give me the ever-reliable Xyloproct but did give me the utterly-useless Anusol.
I'm still trying to work out how to comply with the instructions:
My nads are already dangling in the broccoli, I don't think I can back in any further.
Perhaps I'm not bending over far enough?
I have an Inner Stickler. Poor spelling, punctuation and grammar really irk me.
Many folk tell me to lighten up, saying that accurate spelling is no longer important and that it's the meaning of the words that really matters...
😯
I rest my case.
Recipe for Disaster
Ingredients:
Method:
Well done, you've just concocted the EBC, an inbred version of the EBacc.
It doesn't look very good, does it? I imagine it'll taste bitter with a hint of merde.
Where's the landlord when you need him? He wouldn't stand for all that foreign-sounding rubbish.
If he ever stood for election to Parliament, he'd get my vote 🙂
Yeah, sorry about the post-title. No doubt you all know where it's from.
Anyway, it's clear that at least one Tesco employee is both incompetent and baffled when it comes to using our official language:
Maybe a little education would help?
They may have been playing it fast and loose in the changing-rooms but they were hedging their bets in the Seasonal Goods aisle. Who can blame them for catering for a little latitude in the long-range weather forecast for the run-up to Christmas?
Up the aisle
For good days
For bad days
For Christmas Days
We didn't find the Easter eggs but I'm sure they must be hidden away somewhere at the back.
