Yes - since I had to go to Eurodisney, I thought I might as well treat you to a pic of my elder son with Minnie.
Why is it, by the way, that the Disney villains are always FAR more preferable to the heroes.
You can keep your Minnie and your Mickey and your mealy-mouthed Robin Hood. I'd take Captain Hook, the wicked stepmother and Prince John - any time.
Well it seems that the Clavier book is not even yet out, and ALREADY the errors are cropping up. By the next edition, it's going to need a wholesale re-write (by which stage, I will also have been able to rid myself of the worst excesses of Tom, the bittersweet publisher).
Latest cock-up - and I guess there are going to be a dozen of 'em - comes over my blithe assumption that Eton's masters drink tea when they all meet up at 11am. Nothing could be further from the truth. Apparently, it's all very starchy and there's not a drink to be had. Oooops!
That's what happens when you start assuming things. One of my old bosses on The Sun, Neil Wallis, would go stark, staring mad if you used the word "assumed".
Instead, cunning reptiles like me would say that we had "deduced", or even "inferred" the facts which had led to the latest libel writ.
But never assume.
As soon as Neil heard the word, he'd start jumping up and down like a (slightly smaller) version of Rumpelstiltskin. He made my ex-wife Anna sound like a virginal nun. All true, I promise you.
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