Tuesday, 18 December 2007
Stop making sense
A highlight of last week (and this might show how narrow my world has become in the busy run up to the end of the year) was receiving a text with a sentence in it that referred to their exhausting data (note to non-native English speakers it should have been exhaustive data). By six o'clock on Thursday evening, having gone through reams of comparisons between different types of farmers in different countries, I was willing to concur with the authors- that their data was indeed truly exhausting.
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Ah, I know what you mean. When I was a journalist, I often had to wade through voluminous official reports to find the crucial thing that would interest the great British public. I would be falling asleep by the time I found the wide-ranging threat to the green belt buried on page 93 of some dry tome about planning objectives. Why can't officials write in the same language as everyone else?
Your secret is out (why you write so well). Years of training. But it is probably no coincidence that the wide ranging threat to the countryside is hidden in the middle of p. 93. Nor that the report was probably released on Christmas Eve! Oh the cynic in me.
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