Australian Left Review

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Moveable Feast: Eponymous Bosh


You can tell the people who were dags at school by their attitude to grammar and spelling. Those of us who preferred Art to Sport, who looked forward to English and who were rarely given lines (or strapped if they were boys) are the type of creature who grows up to hate the misplaced apostrophe, the colon standing where the semi-colon should be, and the errant full-stop appearing after quotation marks. While our groovier school-chums were sniffing glue and bonking behind the shelter sheds, the young pedant was re-reading The Lord of the Rings for the fifteenth time, or earnestly ploughing his or her way through How to Decipher Secret Codes or 1001 Interesting Matchboxes.