Friday, 4 March 2016

Grammer (sic)

With spelling like that, the mark is F.


































Our local rag, famed for stories about lost dogs, locals made good and unusual weather events, beclowns itself in spectacular fashion today.

A front page story about school league tables provides a wonderful example of unconscious irony when the spelling of the name of one of the posher schools in town is mangled.

I wonder where the copy writer went to school.

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