Yes, I know.

Bought this. For me. Not before time. My latin taught, former secondary school English teaching mum must surely despair at my grammar. But I like writing how I speak. And I don't speak proper. Not all the time anyway.

Seven pages in and I'm already filling in the gaps in my 70's primary school education when nouns and verbs were out of fashion and projects on Bilbo Baggins were totally in. I still remember my paper mâché bilbo Baggins head. And singing Fantasy Island/tight fit's the lion sleeps tonight in a mash up that no doubt inspired the chemical brothers. Had they been in my class. Which they weren't. I also sang my turn with a friend, and we were dressed in my mum's old purple curtains. Fashion forward. 1981. These were undoubtedly the skills that got me a degree years later, not the grammar grounding (or lack of it). One of very many times I've had a word fail was when I read an abandoned trashy book about cops 'n robbers on a campsite in France when I ran out of Asterix comics. I asked my mum, 'what's this word then, I've never heard of it, me thinks it's about a sofa'. 'What word?' She replied. 'Sonofabitch' I replied.