What happened to English grammar?

Didn't she, ana? I always thought "thick as two short planks" meant unintelligent. Not that I care what jings thinks I am, as you might have noticed.

For the avoidance of doubt - I was not joking, I was not talking about the death of this man. I was talking about bad grammar. I won't be responding to any more ridiculous accusations of being insensitive.

The OP is about the misuse of the word "sunk". It is impossible for that to be insensitive.

I shouldn't have said "thick as two short planks". Was getting a bit steamed up.

And Greatnan is not a hawk or an eagle. Waiting to swoop.

Mr Bags thinks it means what I think it means too (the thick thing). You should have seen his face when he asked: "And someone thinks you're unintelligent?"

Oh no! says I. She just throws words about. It doesn't mean anything.

Glad we're agreed, jings dahling.

You have made my day chucklesome, jings

My brain's been scuttled!

Oh, I thought jingl meant emotionally thick....

Perhaps she did. Who cares. She's wrong on either count, as she knows full well.

Neither Ana
Envious of being air-lifted off a mountain by an RAF Rescue helicopter pilot

I knew that really, Jane!

As said, it is sad that you can't see that, although you did not mean any harm, and were indeed talking about grammar- if someone has been involved in that war or that event, or have lost relatives in said event, it could be hugely hurtful, irrespective of the intent of the thread.

I would make that comment to anyone, absolutely, and will leave it at that.

But I do wish you would take an honest look at it, and try to imagine it with other words and case, which, irrespective of the intent of the poster, could have touched and hurt you deeply. Thanks.

Obviously I did mean emotionally thick. Phrased it bdly. Shouldn't have said it anyway. Norty j08.

#holbycity

Well I was lucky. It was my companion who had a broken ankle, but since they had to strap him to a stretcher, the pilot offered to take me back to where I'd parked the car, which was quite a few miles away, off road on a forest track. This meant I could take both our rucksacks. I'd have struggled carrying both.

The precision of the flying was utterly impressive. So was the noise!! Then he went back for the fallen climber and uplifted him to Bangor hospital where he had to have pins put in his ankle.

I'm not entirely sure I was wro................. never mind!

You were luckier than my son Bags! Twisted his knee out of socket up Snowdon. No phone signal. On his own. Had to scramble down on his bum. Crawled to house near bottom of mountain, asked if they could call an ambulance for him. They refused and shut the door! His tutor finally came out for him and took him off to hospital.

Quite!
I suggest (note only suggest) that we, grow ups, stop this childish bickering.

absolutely!!!

I think you mean grows up (we). Not "grow ups".

Did! Fat finger!

No! GROWN UPS!!!!!!!

We grows up, Jing?

It's catching!

We didn't have a mobile phone either, jings. Not sure they'd even been invented. But we were also lucky to spot someone within shouting distance — me stuck on a four inch ledge and him lying below in agony. We hollered and were lucky yet again because it happened to be a park ranger (also in Snowdonia, you see) who had a walkie-talkie radio with him. Phew. It could have been much worse without such luck!!