I was reading this week's copy of The Week and was astonished to discover that:
Brown appealed to voters last weekend
I felt that I had missed something, and not just any little thing but a huge upheaval in the British political landscape (I love the idea of the political landscape: I imagine moral highgrounds, clear blue water, emotional hiterlands and disputed centre-grounds all overhung by mountains of debt). However, reading onward I found:
to "take a second look at Labour"
Ambiguities are bound to infiltrate even the most careful prose and I suppose this one could only have been avoided by resorting to that obscure and arcane word "asked".
The Horologicon is a book of the strangest and most beautiful words in the English language arranged by the hour of the day when you will really need them. Words for breakfast, for commuting, for working, for dining, for drinking and for getting lost on the way home. It runs from uhtceare (sadness before dawn) to curtain lecture (a telling off given by your spouse in bed). It's out on November the first, but you can already order it from these lovely people: