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A number of local councils in Britain have banned their staff from using Latin words, because they say they might confuse people.
Several local authorities have ruled that phrases like “vice versa”, “pro rata”, and even “via” should not be used, in speech or in writing.
But the ban has prompted anger among some Latin scholars.
Professor Mary Beard of Cambridge University said it was the linguistic equivalent of ethnic cleansing.
Some local councils say using Latin is elitist and discriminatory, because some people might not understand it - particularly if English is not their first language.
Ok, maybe they aren’t, as right now I’m sat unshaven in the cold wearing nothing but a scabby t-shirt and my pants (which find them selves covered by scabby trousers). Buy hey, you can’t buy this kind of entertainment in shops now!
Anyways, today at work, what a pile of poop. Busy, hecktic and it took 4 hours to get in a position to scoff down a saussage roll, this did not please me at all.
Other than that, literally nothing interesting sparks to mind. Scary.
So yeah. Be gone with you now. I has nothing else to say!
As is the tradition - I must start this post with Matt’s trademarked “I wish to kick your face in look” with extra red eye.
Don’t mess with the Matt
Chantal and a rather werid chappie, who
got booted out by the bouncers for being
a twunt.
Kev & Matt being slightly more homosexual
than myself. An actual homosexual.
Chantal and a Random Girl
Random Girl and Random Guy
Me
Chantal - love you $10!
Queri and Random Guy we didn’t like.
Man on the left.
I was checking this guy out all night!
Chantal & Pete
Half of Me and Random Girl
That was what occured last night in photos, it was rather random, I was up since 6am that morning and worked from 8am to 10pm then off in to town, cost me a bloody tenner for a taxi too (bastards). But it was fun, the night ended with cheesy chips and crashing on Claire’s floor.
Well, what a week. So far I have syphoned my entire monthly budget in one trip up to Newcastle (and it was worth it). I’ve got sick of my job and the bitching/gossiping that seems to be getting worse and worse. My car has magically fixed itself (and I only paid £37 for it).
I’ve also got myself a watch, which I like and enjoy. And it’s nearly christmas working time!
However, the best thing, the bestest thing EVER is:
My car has developped a gearbox issue. This is not good.
EDIT: I also need a shave.
