No unexpected checks (or expected ones for that matter) in today's mail. Just a couple of bills, a supermarket flyer and...oh, what's this? A brochure promoting upcoming events at the local Evergreen Cultural Centre. I must have signed on to their mailing list during our last visit. I can't remember what the play was now, but I recall being captivated as much by the charm of the cozy theatre and the wine-warmed intermission stroll by the adjacent lake as I was by the enthusiastically earnest amateur production. Let's see what's coming up:
"British humour at it's Best!" reads the tagline for
No Sex Please, We're British. Once again, there is the matter of random capitalization (
Best but not
humour), which for some reason I find as nettlesome as a pebble in my shoe. But of course the real solecism here is allowing the contraction
it's to stand in for the possessive
its. A very common minor infraction, granted, and an easy one to make. All the more reason for these cousins to be on every proofreader's watch list.
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