Exclaims and benefits of social media speak
IAM writing this on our wedding anniversary – March 8 – which also happens to be International Women’s Day (IWD). This may seem a little unfair to Mr F, but when we got married many years ago, the IWD was but a mere glint in a feminist’s eye.
We had a wonderful day in my home town – Birmingham – which culminated in everyone seeing us off at the station, bound for our Dorset honeymoon.
Hotels were just getting the idea of en suites, and we were delighted, but slightly hysterical, to see we had our very own toilet. They hadn’t quite got it right though.
Plonked in the middle of the room in a small cupboard, it looked like a shabby version of a space rocket preparing for take-off.
There are great advantages in getting married young, as we were helpless with laughter every time one of us used the Tardis. Now we would probably be grumpy and want to change rooms… or get a quickie divorce.
Mr F’s London relatives – for yes he is from the Deep South – bravely travelled to strange and unknown territory for the wedding, albeit to the Midlands, and Britain’s second city, not Outer Mongolia.
One aunt, though, declined, saying it was too far and apparently asking anyone who would listen why Mike (Mr F’s maiden name) could not have found someone closer to home to marry!
Which brings me to exclamation marks. They do have their uses – and if I had omitted one at the end of the last paragraph, my faintly amusing anecdote might have read as a whingey moan. On the other hand, it could come over as slightly manic, rather than subtly humorous. Where do you stand?
The Government has included exclamation marks in its cut-backs (sorry, savings), and has decreed that school pupils must ration these handy punctuation tools and only use them when it is grammatically necessary.
Social media and texting, it seems, have led to us all shouting (!) everything from the rooftops.
OK, I agree. We may have been overdoing it, but I can’t comply without a final fling!!!!!!
I’VE just read my worst nightmare. A woman in China died in a lift after being trapped for 30 days. After writing this column I will probably now have terrible dreams about being stuck in a toilet Tardis in the middle of Bournemouth. No exclamation marks needed…