and this isn't even high-density living

Lately, all my mornings start the same way: I lay in bed, listening to the sound of my neighbour throwing up. First time it happened was a weekend, and I wondered (not without some satisfaction) whether it was him, suffering the after-effects of too much alcohol. But it's been going on for over a month now, so I'm pretty sure it's her, suffering the after-effects of impregnation.

It is possible to know too much about your neighbours.

To entertain you, I will direct you towards The Grammar Blog. I can't quite remember where I came across this blog, but I'm always up for a bit of syntactical geekery (hey, it's part of the job description, 'kay?), and at the moment there's a post featuring eggcorns.1

Fair warning, there's an embedded mp3 in the blog post, but rest assured, it's two DJ's talking, so nobody is going to assume you've visited an unsafe site. They are going to know you've tuned into (gasp) grammar radio, though.

  1. Must admit, I'd never heard of an eggcorn, and would probably have called any eggcorns I heard a malapropism. []

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