You know how American English is a jumbled mess that would get you flunked out of an English primary school? I learned today that Noah Webster is to blame for that.
In a fit of patriotism, he felt that the newly formed United States of America needed a language all its own. But, obviously, Americans can't be bothered to go learning new languages. So, Webster just screwed up the one they were already using.
It appears the wheels are in motion for Sir Clive to save English soccer (I suspect that I am the only person interested in that link).
Yet another sport the International Olympic Committee has failed to recognize.
Which is funnier here: the story or the headline?
It reminds me of a rude song we used to sing in Portsmouth.
New weapon of terror: pigs.