sorry people

[princesshales]

i'm sorry for bein not the best person i can be on this website but i just don't really like it wen peeps fall out ova stupid little stuff ask accystankev if u don't believe me he sick of me bein upset and angery wen him and his mates fall out it even sum times makes us fall out but i think we both know now y i get up set anmd agery and if he doesn't he does now if he's readin this lol i know its stupid but im a sensative person and i'm goin 2 be more carm from now on. and smithy 16 i think thats how u spell it and if it is not then im sorry but i'm sorry bout the little argument on one of accystankevs post TEst. SORRY PEEPS
love princess x

[Acrylic-bob]

English, the queen of languages, is so complex and refined that it affords it's speakers the ability to express themselves with a precision and elegance unavailable in any other language. It is crisp, succinct and melifluous. It is the language of Shakespeare and Dryden, of Byron and Shelly. Using it, Wilfred Owen wrote the epitaph for a doomed generation and Churchill spurred the next generation on to war. It is a language that has been developed and refined through thirteen hundred years of English history. It enables, and is at the foundation of, the current technological revolution, permitting us the luxury of almost instantaneous global communication. As a nation we spend billions of pounds every year educating our children in the use of this language. So that, by its mastery, they may master the challenges that the world may offer them.

How galling it is, then, to see that expenditure of time and resources, aspirations and dreams, flung in our faces.

[Sparkologist]

Very Araldite, that was, Acrylic Bob, Sir.

[Darby]

Very succinct A-Bob....galling to a stone!

[yerself]

Nice one A-Bob, hope you enjoy the following:



How I Met My Wife

-Jack Winter/The New Yorker



It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.
I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.
I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.
Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.
So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.
I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated--as if this were something I was great shakes at--and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.
Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.
She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it

[WillowTheWhisp]

Just a thought on the subject.

In many ways when you hear some young people speak or read their written words we may feel that the educational system has been sorely lacking. I think the rot set in when teachers were told not to correct what the poor little dears had written because that was stifling their own creative talents. The results have been evident.

So, we can choose to criticise and be thankful how much better our own education was (and in many cases I do believe that Primary education in particular was a great deal better a couple of generations back) or we can try to encourage the young people of today by showing an example and hope that they will learn from us.

Dismissing what they try to say isn't going to help them learn to say it any better. Perhaps if they continue to read posts by well-educated (and I don't necessarily mean university level educated, but people who were educated in a day when spelling, punctuation and grammar were relevant) members they may learn something. Just so long as they don't try to learn from my spelling on a bad day because I've been known to come out with some classic typos.

Princess, if you could at least add a "g" to words like "being" and "reading" it would perhaps encourage us old grumpies to read your posts. It is much easier to read something like. "I was coming here" than "I woz cummin ere".

Thanks Yerself for that amusing interlude courtesy of Jack Winter. I found myself wonder how many people could actually interpret it as some of the original words are far from commonly use these days. In spite of that it is surprisingly easy to follow. I read it with such ease that my flabber was well and truly ghasted for such an early hour.

[Darby]

The easiest thing in the world...is to criticise

The hardest is to be constructive..................

And the cleverest is to know the difference

(I've got fingers like Pigs udders, and often hit three keys instead of one....you'll have to excuse me sometimes!!)

[WillowTheWhisp]

I've never seriously studied pigs udders - I shall have to look more closely next time I see a sow.

(apologies for thread wander)

[Darby]

I'm sure you got the point Willow!!!!