Hauled over the coals

Having been hauled over the coals by R in my last post, I've now approached my blog with more than a little trepidation. It has been driven home to me that I've become mentally lazy as far as writing is concerned. In a sense that's understandable because prior to this blog there has been no critical scrutiny of my barbaric assaults on the Queen's language since I was in twelfth grade - which was so long ago that it's lost in the mists of time. But now, through those mists I can faintly discern my teachers reading my essays with furrowed brows and hear them clicking their collective tongues in disapproval. I must thank R for bringing back these long-forgotten memories. I must also make a mental note to be more rigorous in checking whatever I've written and not slothfully submit the first draft. Laugh, and the world laughs with you ( Did someone else really say that first? Great minds think alike.) Cock up and it kicks you on the a*** with malignant glee, and then proceeds to rub your face in mud.