My skills in this field have recently been questioned, specifically in relation to the word 'mackerel'. Well, really! I'll have you know I got what is now called an A* in spelling at primary school. I can even spell 'bee'. Put me to the test - write down any word you like and I'll tell you how to spell it. (Mind you, they've invented a bunch of new ones since then, so anything post 1953 is subject to fourth umpire adjudication.)
It's worth quoting the Chambers definition of 'mackerel' in full, because somebody clearly put a lot of loving care into it:
"n an edible bluish-green N Atlantic fish (genus Scomben) with a silvery underside and wavy cross-streaks on its back; a pimp (obs)" Poetry. Draw me one, reflecting both meanings.
Who Knows Where the Time Goes? - Blimey is that the time? Over a year has passed since my last epistle to the Philistines (no offence) and I was beginning to think I'd just leave this blog...
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