January 2008 Archives

Just had to shell out £1.16 for excess postage on a late birthday card we didn't really want because it was a staggering centimetre wider than the permitted width for a letter.

As it only had a second class stamp it was 16 pence light. At least I assume it was a stamp and not a description of what has become of our postal service under Adam "why should I care I am on £1.25 million a year plus bonuses" Crozier - another Scot gaining some sort of revenge on the English by the way.

The other £1, the handling fee, presumably helps to pay for an army if men with rulers delving though postbags measuring miscreant mail.

Some of us are old enough to remember the days when a letter posted in the morning to an address in the same town might well be delivered that afternoon.

For the benefit of younger readers there used to be at least two deliveries a day

How have we managed to get to the stage where anyone with any pretentions to be management - whatever that is - feels the need to invent their own language with words that flow across the ear like bricks dropping on glass.

English is a perfectly good language which has managed for quite some centuries now to cover just about every situation yet we now have a generation of suits, male and female, with the literary ability of DHS pamphlets, who are either unable to cope with the language of Shakespeare or the King James I Bible or, even more frightening, think they can improve on it.