Why does Q Need U?

Q is unique among the letters of the English alphabet in that it always has to be partnered with another letter (not counting loanwords like Quran, Qatar, and Iraq).

Why does it always have to be followed by a U? Continue reading

Join the Queue

Or, get in line, if you’re of an American persuasion.

Queue is an interesting word. Continue reading

Suit Yourself!

I’m going to wear a suit tomorrow. I don’t often, so it’ll be a rare treat, no doubt, for the general public who might be passing by. When I say suit, you probably think of a man wearing a matching jacket, trousers, and shirt, with optional tie. But if you think about it, there are many other ways to use the word suit, aren’t there…? Continue reading

The Popemobile Lost a Wheel

I saw something on TV today about two men who built the Popemobile for John Paul II when he visited Ireland in 1979. The Popemobile is the name given to a variety of vehicles in which various popes have been driven about in public. Over the last few days, as people have been talking about the upcoming visit of the current Pope, Francis, to Ireland, I’ve begun to realise that people take this word somewhat more seriously than I thought. Continue reading

You Dirty Rat!

No, I won’t get political. I promise. I mean yes, this post was directly inspired by the fact that it’s just been announced that the former lawyer of the current president of the United States has pleased guilty to violating campaign law at the direction of said president, which reminded me of him recently calling someone in a roughly similar position a rat on Twitter recently.

No, I won’t get political. But I do wonder why we call someone who betrays others by giving up information a rat… Continue reading

He Must Mean Trunk

Writing about the accents I hear in my head while reading yesterday made me think about another recent case of some literary American/British English differences. Continue reading

Garage or Garage?

What voice do you read in? Whenever I read, it’s just my own voice I hear in my head, like when I’m thinking to myself. And that works fine. Most of the time, anyway, but then sometimes I’ll read something which makes this seemingly normal practice feel a bit odd. Continue reading