…..to bit me in the arse.

I received an email this morning from my Newcastle favourite who, it seems, is much of a pedant as I am when it comes to the English language. He points out to me that jewelry is actually spelt with two ‘l’s, not one. You know, even when I was writing my entry yesterday I knew there was something not quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

My excuse is; this is what happens when you read too many American crime novels. You start writing and spelling like an American. Apart from Mo Hayder, there aren’t many British novelists of my preferred genre.

But I’m happy to be corrected. See you soon, you scrumptious Newcastle Ale, you.