Sorry to have saddened you Ian. But genuinely cannot make out wherein the sadness resides.

Entertainment? Hmm! Suppose it depends what you find entertaining. I recall being entertained to the utmost first time I heard Bert sing a set of songs like Pit Boots & My Husband's Got No Courage In Him. OTOH I get unbelievably the-opposite-of-entertained by a neverending stream of protest songs perpetrated by patronising middle-class dogooders.

But none of that has much to do with this persistent catachresis - "noun. the incorrect use of words, as luxuriant for luxurious": or, as further example, 'folk' for 'whatever happens to take my fancy'

and pseudo-syllogism, as eg, "I like folk. I like The Rolling Stones. ∴ The Rolling Stones are folk". Doesn't follow. As I once put it, in a letter to The Guardian IIRC: "I happen to be fond both of eating and of the novels of Jane Austen; but I have never as a consequence mistaken Mansfield Park for a chip butty".

Nor has it much to do with this peculiar air of wounded virtue you all adopt at any questioning of these catchreses and syllogisms in which you appear to take such a perverse delight.

You think you don't, but you do.

Makes me sad.

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