Didn’t get to go for my walk at lunchtime, had a haircut
instead. Not as much of an exercise as the walk but much more costly. Around
the Wharf the signs that the Olympics are nearly upon us are beginning to appear. Large posters with
direction arrows have appeared, though I don’t know why large circular stickers
have been applied to platforms. After all the crowds will prevent them form being
seen. No one I’ve spoken to is looking forward to the disruptions that will be
caused. And as for the posters around the station suggesting passengers find an
alternative way to work, or work different hours, or even that walking between stations might be
quicker, well that’s a laugh.
I’m a bit of a stickler for good grammar. I like a ‘an’
before words beginning with an ‘H’. A
hotel sounds totally wrong. An hotel is
more, and sound better too well to my ears anyway. I’ve just heard an add for a
company that recycles old phones. It asks both verbally and in writing ‘are you
bored of you old phone. Shouldn’t that be bored with? On the train on the way
home overheard conversations make me cringe, and not just for the content
either.
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