"Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode..."
It goes to show
just how much the Internet rots your brain that when I saw the word ‘tumbler’ in a recipe this evening, my first thought was, “Well, that’s spelt wrong”.
What’s more
worrying is when I wrote the above sentence, I made the same mistake again; so
even though I’m sitting at my computer with the express purpose of writing a
blog about my tumbler / Tumblr confusion, I'd (1) already forgotten my intended
subject mid-sentence, and (2) had misremembered the spelling of the word once
again; you wouldn’t think I have an A at A-level English.
Where will this
unintentional dropping of Es from my everyday life end? Will I find myself in the market for a new coffee grindr? Will I settle down in front of the TV at 7:35am this Sunday to watch an ITV4 repeat of the
George Cole vehicle Mindr? In years to come will I be plagued with a rapidly weakening bladdr? Just be
grateful I haven’t resorted to writing in text-speak; if I ever do that, you can punch me in the face.