Welcome back, fellow grammarphiles – and grammarphobes! Today the Grammar Cop will focus her razor-sharp-but-jaundiced eye on several related misdemeanours.
60 years: Then and Now
Things sure were different in 1956.
Friday Follies #64 – 4 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi FF fans! Today the Grammar Cop is going to provide you with an extra teensy challenge. She will list the infractions but leave it until the end to explain what they were. That will give you more time to spot them yourselves.
Carrot Foam?
I speak to you today as a lover of plain food. Not for me the aforesaid carrot foam (orange goop!), braised deer slices (bye-bye Bambi! 😦 ) or pickled quail eggs. I am of the opinion that only pickles should be pickled. But that’s just me.
Friday Follies #63 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Due to an unpleasant temporary gastric upset (I won’t be more detailed than that… and even that’s probably TMI), the Grammar Cop wasn’t sure she she was going to manage her Friday Follies column. But wonder of wonders! She is better! So here you go – a few spelling disasters for you.
Place Ville Marie: Icon of the 60s
It’s a good thing there are people with vision. Otherwise, Montreal would still have a giant pit as part of its central train hub, smack-dab in the middle of downtown. Instead, by 1962 we were given this:
Spots
It’s getting to be that time of year when we tend to get sick more often, which reminded me of this piece I wrote last winter. Soon I will get my flu shot, and in fact I just got the shingles shot this past week, thanks to my son and daughter who helped me financially to get it – it costs $225! Once again, here is “Spots” – hope it doesn’t make you too itchy! 😀
It’s winter. It’s a time of snow, it’s a time of sleet. It’s a time of ice, it’s a time of… sickness!
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Friday Follies #62 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi again, Friday Folliettes! Today the Grammar Cop will focus on three barfy boo-boos seen in newspapers around these parts:
She shoots! She scores!
The thing I remember most about our living-room on Decarie Boulevard when I was about five years old – well, aside from the time a fruit drop got stuck in my throat and I couldn’t swallow until it melted enough to slide down – was playing hockey with my big brother in it.
Friday Follies #61 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi, Friday Follicles! This week’s little assortment of blunders caught by the Grammar Cop includes the following:
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 