Megagaltastic!

Current mood: Vocabulaire.

This morning I woke up from a dream about ghost pirates¹, sat straight up in bed and said "Everyone is misusing the word sensible to mean prudent!"

On my way to work I found myself stuggling to phrase something: I needed an intensifier. What is it? Am I dead adjective? Am I proper adjective? Oh, now I remember: I'm rather adjective.

I'm rather glad I never got the twang of my Anglo-Welsh or Anglo-caribean grandparents. Despite my Debnshur upbringing, I never promise to do things dreckly², or call shopkeepers my lover. There are many reasons I'll never be a BBC radio announcer from the 1950s, but my accent is not one of them.³

However, my verbal styles are not adamant and, it seems, you don't have to be around me to influence me. Case in point: I have been known to refer to "July second" instead of "the second of July". I refer to sidewalks instead of pavements, TV shows instead of TV programs and, when on a price-gun safari, I keep prices in my head by reciting mantras of the form "custard powder: dollar forty-nine".

It's like the Clinton years all over again.

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1. Actually true.
2. Directly.
3. I am too radical for the strictures of the black-and-white era.