Indeed. Also the perils of not proofreading – or better, getting someone else to proofread. I do that with my fiction and they still slip through from time to time.
Silly typos aside, this guy is an industrial grade twat isn’t he?
The story reminded me of the story of when Sid Vicious met Freddy Mercury and said “well Fred you’ve finally succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses I see.” “Well we’re trying Mr. Ferocious we’re trying.” was Mercury’s reply.
Or should Freddie have called him Mr. Gloopy?
I can’t make out whether he is a weapons grade twat or a clever troll.
The Mail, where else?
The perils of predictive test. 😉
Indeed. Also the perils of not proofreading – or better, getting someone else to proofread. I do that with my fiction and they still slip through from time to time.
Silly typos aside, this guy is an industrial grade twat isn’t he?
The story reminded me of the story of when Sid Vicious met Freddy Mercury and said “well Fred you’ve finally succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses I see.” “Well we’re trying Mr. Ferocious we’re trying.” was Mercury’s reply.
Or should Freddie have called him Mr. Gloopy?
I can’t make out whether he is a weapons grade twat or a clever troll.