I felt it appropriate to fill you in on events since the last guest post.
– the event over the road involved myriad characters, fake Barnes grass, ale and room temperature food that set off my food hygiene alarm
– the gang leader has been evicted from the tank to the neighbour’s house
– the victim has dined on bloodworms in a bid to regain its strength
– the man of the house noticed and was dismayed not to have got the chance to say goodbye
– Southend air show from the garden = 3 planes spotted, about 20 heard but not seen. We’re looking forward to hearing the Red Arrows later
– a game of hunt the witch’s hat
– resourcefulness at retrieving said hat
– CJ taking breakfast orders just before bed
– a midnight-4am visit from CJ, who clambered into bed after simply telling me to ‘shush’ when I tried to protest. I can inform that she hogs more bed than a Labrador
– shopping this morning at Tesco for aformentioned breakfast, and encountering a rather interesting cross-section of Southend society
– lot one of pancake batter ending up on the floor
– dramatic holding of and staring at the blog owner’s foot, after the mixer landed on it
– complete extension of the kitchen blind to avoid the glares of the rather odd children next door (think League of Gentlemen)
– delicious breakfast in the garden (see picture) and UN-style negotiations to persuade CJ to come downstairs and join us
– more Monopoly marathon
– some dodgy piano playing and even more decidedly dodgy singing along from AMB
We shall be fleeing to the peace of Devon tomorrow morning at 5am, before the Southenders awake again and release more havoc.
Thus far the weekend has consisted of:
– attempted murder in the lounge
– emergency call to the neighbour (neighbour subsequently stood down until the morning)
– breaking up the gangs with a cheeseboard
– watching the victim’s first steps on the path to recovery
– caterpillar cobwebs in the cemetery
– stonking breakfast that took an age to arrive
– a trip along the seafront to see the closed road
– Monopoly marathon with CJ ripping AMB off quite handsomely
– a visit to the neighbour’s (after they’ve done something with someone’s ashes to which we weren’t invited)
Will keep you posted.
This blog has been trying, for a short while now, to dispense with apostrophes to see if they do indeed serve much of a purpose in a text. When I say purpose, the only purpose I see for punctuation is to aid understanding of said text for a reader. So I am not saying down with all punctuation.
I am saying that the use of punctuation is related to convention despite us being told it is all rule based. Actually, I would say that the use of all the little dots, squiggles and dashes in various combinations should only be to serve the text in which they live, and even then to not serve some notion of the writer, but as a kindness to the reader.
So, that being so, do I now think we need apostrophes? Well sometimes in the contracted form: well or we’ll for example but, really, not a lot. We can’t so much more often in our writing than we cant, that leaving out the apostrophe in place of the missing no is largely redundant. And the convention of possessive apostrophes are actually taken as law, one to be enforced wherein the illuminati can demonstrate their superiority over and, in the worse cases, to oppress the perceived illiterati (this is the ‘educated’ minority attempting to prevail over the majority you understand).
So much more useful these days are the emoticons of text and email writing. I am sure a skilled writer could make their meaning amply clear with a well constructed and unambiguous sentence, but we live in fast times and, far from being a lazy and overblown addition to a text, a quick 🙂 or 😉 or even 😛 helps the reader quickly decode the spirit in which they should be reading the message.
I confess I spent some time resisting the use of emoticons. But if you hang out long enough in the virtual world you begin to understand they aid speedy and effective communication far more than assiduous use of, say, apostrophes 8)
Life changes, communication changes, as we have moved on from making marks on cave walls, so punctuation should keep up.
nb This post was constructed with the reader in mind, but I think the punctuation still needs some work…
Im getting rid of apostrophes for a while on the blog, for both possession and omission, or contraction if you prefer.
Im expecting theres going to be a huge hue and cry about this, but consider yourself part of a project, potentially for the higher good.
The argument for their usage is that they aid meaning, and, thats true. But do they actually hinder understanding? I would like to propose the motion: perhaps not as much as we think…
Education should not be about the oppression of others after all. So, for now, Ive set the apostrophes free. If you see them scampering down the road, having a pint in the pub, cheering a goal at the football, fret ye not. They have instructions and theyll be back before you know it.
As the youngest is not au fait with the mark of exclamations yet, and the dog and cat are lacking the necessary opposable thumbs, by an exacting process of elimination – I blamed the eldest.
She, naturally, adopted the default position of not guilty until confronted with the evidence-based case against her and caved in as quick as you like.
Have a word Emily, she looks like she shares her mother’s weakness for exuberant punctuation!
2.40 Sout Just Mandy
4.50 Font Poppy Come Running
4.30 Muss Robbie
4.50 Leop Sunset City
edited to add: I am going to see a film about Irish NH racehorses today at the ICA and a friend has just told me it is following Paul Nolan’s yard and specifically Joncol. Joncol runs today in the Irish Hennessy and has never been beaten on going described as heavy. That’s good enough for me and I’ll chance my arm on the coincidence.
I am thinking of wearing two hats to the class, literally. One is an ugly ear-flapped, be-peaked job that will stay on in the stiffest of winds and keep your head warm and dry – I think it is known as a “mountain cap” and is by one of those gung-ho outdoorsy European manufacturers. Apparently it makes me the absolute spit of Elmer Fudd. The other is a straw confection (not straw as in scarecrow, but as in milliner) that I took to the Oaks but left in the car, it being a difficult enough job rushing from paddock to winning post and back again without weighing yourself down like the Quangle Wangle Quee.
The point being an apostrophe does the job of two hats; one for possession and one for ommission.
Let’s hope they get it 😉