I am not a grammar Nazi.
Nor am I one of those language Luddites who think the 'rules' they parroted at school ... the ones their parents had their knuckles rapped over ... the same rules the nuns used to pull their grandfather's ear for forgetting... I don't believe those rules should never change.
I believe language is organic.
And while I'll confess to being a complete and hopeless David Crystal groupie, I'll shout from the rooftops that I have zero-tolerance for Lynn Truss and her stick-up-her-arse zero-tolerance approach to English grammar and punctuation. Nobody else would get a look in if she entered Pedantic Idol.
I'm also willing to testify that I'm just a bit fond of Constance Hale, who...shriek ugh omagod... is American. Worse yet... She's Californian...
Surely this zee-saying interloper can have nothing valuable to offer on the sanctity of the grammar of the Queen's English..
Is that even a thing?
Well... cop this. I totally love the smell of this quotation from Ms Hale's Sin and Syntax in the morning:
The flesh of prose gets its shape and strength from the bones of grammar.
Amen to that!