My Chinese takeaway fortune cookie said “learn from other’s mistakes”.
I took this to mean “don’t take grammar lessons from Chinese cookies!”
Thoughts from the last few days:
You know you’re in a posh pub when someone’s graffiti’d “ennui” on the toilet door.
You know you’re watching a posh TV interview when they use the word “inveigle” at 8.24 in the morning.
According to Judge Judy there is someone out there called “Felisha Cherry.” As long as I know this, I can never be sad.
And last but not least:
Why did no one tell me I’ve been walking round with a tomato soup moustache?