Monthly Archives: January 2018

Adjective Apocalypse continued

As soon as I fulminated on Peacockshock about foppish copywriters using adjectives as nouns, I was targeted by malicious leaflet distributors who’d clearly read my blog and knew where I lived. The first offender was a flyer from Pure Gym inviting…

Give artisanal and find your happy

I saw a van today with ‘Delivering Fresh’ on the side and came very close to asking the driver if I could see his fresh – the fresh in the back of his van. But I decided, rightly or wrongly,…

Porcupettes and Puggles

I’ve always been fond of porcupines, or ‘fretful porpentines’ as Shakespeare called them. So I was delighted to discover that baby porcupines are known as … porcupettes. This prompted me to look up some other baby animal terms. It turns…

2018 – The Year of the Peacock?

Hello. I’m back after a bit of a break. Lots has happened since we last spoke. The lovely Bolly, my best friend for 17 years, died in 2016. I’ll always miss her. She was such a sweety and so affectionate…