Merry festivities, and all that rot. In the spirit of The Arbuturian, we don’t look back but forwards, with a nod to the past and a healthy slurp of the here and now. Eat, drink, be merry. And no carols!
Browsing: The Idler
Armies of bleary-eyed people will be staggering into work in the next few weeks and…
Just because something is done a certain way, and has been ever thus, doesn’t necessarily…
Roving explorer Harry Chapman ventures into the badlands of Pimlico to the outpost known as Café Goya; a colourful mise-en-scène of spivs and bankers, harlots and dowagers, thugs and officers, and a gentleman.
It’s that time again. The elegant Miss York gives us a lesson in words, their place, and the hilarious dangling clause. Please open your notebooks, have your pencils at the ready, and you there at the back, stop that whispering!
When a man greets a woman, does one shake hands, kiss, embrace or simply nod? And is it appropriate to kiss a business acquaintance? Jonesy explores the pitfalls, hurdles and bear traps of the modern salutation.
Turn left. Exit here. Place your bags in the bagging area. Do not leave your baggage unattended. Keep away from the platform. Mind the gap. Do we really need to be told all of this? Maddie doesn’t think so; must be a sign of the times…
Eavesdropping is no fun anymore; nobody seems able to hold a decent conversation. Our elegant grammarian, Maddie York, explores the demise of the contemporary spoken word and discovers that, basically, it’s a mess.
The beautiful game of two halves that can unite a country and divide a city. Played since medieval times where raucous villagers would punt a stuffed pig’s bladder across a field, is the game any more civilised today?
Our elegant wordsmith, Maddie York, uncovers a grammatical scandal amidst the dark and foreboding jungles of an online bookshop that many of us know and trust. How many innocent inboxes has this philistinism tainted?