The complete dumbing down of the language is disgraceful, and whether written or spoken, English is generally in a mess. The biggest disgrace is reserved for journalists and presenters on TV. Media people have a responsibility to use correct grammar, and not to confirm (as they often do) that there are amongst their ranks cunts who are thick.
On the radio, I heard a report that included the line: "When the jury consider their verdict . . ." which clearly makes 'Jury' plural! This type of error litters newspapers and broadcasting, and is the most blatant example of ignorance being promoted. A newspaper report a while ago said: "A set of 100 Picasso etchings have been bought by the British Museum." Can a day go by without hearing phrases like "The FA are . . ." or "The Football Club are . . ."? I watched A Question of Sport on BBC1 a few days ago, and Sue Barker asked: "Which team play their games at . . .?" Me shouting "Plays its" at the screen achieves nothing, sadly. On another TV programme, I noted the narrator saying "erode away". Erode is a word that is fine on its own and means 'wear away'. So, the 'away' part of 'erode away' is pointless. 'Send back' or 'return', not 'return back'. There are hundreds of fucking examples: reduce down; focus in; rise up . . . . . .
In Wednesday's Sun there was an article by author Adele Parks - the piece itself was not the problem, it was the title that fucked me off.
Books or eBooks?
Who cares long as
people are reading
"Long as" ??? 'As long as', you plonker! Everywhere you look, there's a fuck up, but as every day goes by, fewer and fewer people notice the slide in standards. Cunts who argue that language is always changing can fuck off - I don't mind language slowly changing, but wide scale abandoning of all standards, grammar and logic is not on. All those whose attention to detail is useless will be pleased they can get away with murder now. The 'anything goes' approach is deplorable.
Meanwhile, we have arseholes like Louisa Mason, featured in the paper during the week. She's the twat who is planning to marry a rich man, so she's secure. She has said that the easiest way to catch her man is to get pregnant. She says: "Surely all women should have a choice. I choose to find a wealthy man and make him marry me." With warped people like her on the loose, men are not safe.
Elsewhere, I have been bored to death by Denise Welch, stories about wild cats and leopards on the loose in Britain, and Abu Cuntada/Qatada. This country is truly fucked, and to underline the point, not only can we do nothing about undesirables fleecing the system and living here because to get rid of them would deny them their rights to family life, we now have newspaper reports giving details of a mother fighting with her 11-year-old son over who gets the last can of lager!
The snow has caught us out yet again. Actually, more annoying than the snow is the cuntin' obsession with calling the change in the weather a 'Cold Snap'. For decades, the well-established and perfectly adequate "Cold Spell" was good enough, but just three years ago, the 'snap' reference was born, and it's now applied to every fucking event that involves any snow at all, and at any time a shitty weather presenter decides to chuck it into the blurb doled out as he/she stands looking at the camera, trying to be all pally-pally, and pissing winking at us with a 'na-night' at the end. Actually, the weather presenters seem to include in their useless updates advice on 'taking care', 'driving carefully', 'watching out' and 'wrapping up warm'. Just tell us about the fucking weather, please! Notice, I do not refer to them as 'forecasters' because they rarely stick to that. In fact, most of them begin by telling us what the weather has been like for the last 24hrs; that's got no fucking place on the weather forecast slot!
It's mad. The country struggles with snow/ice/leaves/fog/rain/frost/winds and the infrastructure collapses. Yet, I am asked (by way of an overhead gantry on the motorway) "Is Your Vehicle Ready For Winter". Fucking cheek - it's more ready than the salt/grit lorries, the councils, the emergency services and the government. To rub salt into the wound (pun intended) the cunts omit the question marks on the signs!
In the rugby that's just finished, with England beating Italy, the commentator said: "There were question marks coming into this game about . . . " which is clearly yet another faux fuckin' pas. There were, I believe questions, but not question marks!
Will I survive today? I am not sure, as there are so many things that bombard and annoy. Suarez is a fucking nob and a cunt, and Liverpool FC ought to wake up and act a damn sight better as well!
By the way, and before I finish moaning, I need to register one more bone of contention. In the Sun last week, there were a couple of small stories within the TV section. One was not of any interest, but did provide an indication of the level of offence caused by programmes on television. Apparently Ofcom is not going to conduct an investigation of the Alan Carr New Year's Eve Show. Fortunately it has seen sense, after establishing that 57 people complained about the language. Fifty-fucking-seven! Programmes are watched by millions, yet millions of us are usually dictated to by these cunts who phone in and complain, instead of reading a fucking book. On this occasion, the wishes and views of 57 have not superseded the views and enjoyment of three million.
Next to this story, there was a piece that was grossly inaccurate, and if the Sun had any moral fibre, it would arrange for an apology to be issued immediately. Under the heading of "Dawn has blast laugh", the piece opened with: "Funny girl Dawn French wants to be blasted into the sky in a firework display after she dies." Now, I am quite happy for DF to be blasted into the sky, and whether it's before or after her death is of no consequence to me. However, I strongly object to the opening statement, and the misleading information. Dawn French is not a girl and she is not funny.
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