If laptops had come along earlier, I would have learned to compute at school and would not now be pecking at my keyboard with only one finger.
I chased after the circus caravans as they trundled out of town but perhaps fortunately never caught up with them. I wouldn't have been a very good tightrope walker or trapeze artist, owing to my fear of heights, and would have felt uneasy putting my head into a lion's mouth on account of my fear of enclosed spaces. Although my wife reckons I would have made a good clown.
I have always wondered why this expression is so enduring. It is scarcely enshrined in the law, but the common law apparently gives effect to this adage by showing that one who claims ownership of any chattel must prove that ownership. In some jurisdictions, apparently, where ownership is disputed, the possessor must prove his right to ownership.
Like many husbands I have a pretty small suitcase. Well, small, anyway. All the better in this day and age, I hear you say, it will take up less space in the imminent era of permanent distance-awareness.
Until a few minutes ago, I thought the letters VHS meant Video Home System, one of the two competing video systems of my younger days. The other was called Betamax, a coinage based on the Japanese beta-beta, "all over", but which sounded more like it was claiming only second place, like beta in the Greek alphabet.
Everyone likes to have cheap food – but there are limits, and one limit that’s been hiding in plain sight over the last ten years or so finally saw the light of day last week.