Whilst watching a rerun of 'Roseanne'* on the Paramount Comedy channel, I heard one of the characters refer to something as an 'urb'. A what now? Urb? What they meant to say, of course, was 'herb'. Where the hell did 'urb' come from? H-E-R-B. Herb. Rhymes with 'verb'.
And another thing - the first letter of 'herb' - as the sharper amongst you will have spotted - is 'H'. The name of this letter is pronounced 'aitch'. Got that? 'Aitch'. Not, as some idiots insist on saying, 'Haitch'. No such letter. I used to long for the day when Bob 'Blockbusters' Holness would say to some spotty adolescent, 'No, you may not have a haitch, as there is no such letter in the English alphabet. Would you settle for an aitch instead?'. Alas, it never happened.
Finally, and mercifully, the 11th of September seems to have passed without incident. That's 11/9, incidentally. Not 9/11.
Today's music: The Randy Newman Songbook, Vol. 1
Reading: J.R.R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion (yes, still)
* It was on after 'Frasier', and I couldn't be bothered to switch channels.
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