English? Who needs that?
Homer Simpson may never have been to England, but I have been, and I’m sad to report that the standard of written English here is by turns both gratifyingly eloquent and witty (take this restaurant review—one of the best I’ve ever read) and breathtakingly appalling.
In the past I’ve left it to other bloggers to document public displays of shoddy English (my friend Christina, for instance), but this one really cheesed me.
Our province has just grown by five feet
So I’m not sure what’s happened to BC since we left, but apparently those of you still living on the West Coast have had to deal with a rash of human feet washing up on shore? Huh? I mean, insert X-Files joke here, but what are you crazy kids up to back there?
The best, though, has to be this quote from an “expert” on the Yahoo Canada news feed:
Curtis
Junkies for that feeling you get just before you board a plane, train, or automobile for somewhere other than here, we’re seeing as much of the world as we can, staying one step ahead of the trifecta spectre (trispectre?) of security, progeny and mortgages.