InsaneJournal

Aha. No.
So while going through the Classifieds looking for jobs today, I came across an advert for a gardener.

A gardener marketing him/herself as Lady Chatterley's Gardener.

What worries me is that it seemed to be entirely in earnest, and not some sort of daft prank. Unless fence-mending and hedge-trimming actually have the euphemisms my dodgy mind is coming up with. (Which, I admit, is actually quite likely. Oh, internet.)

This reminded me of the small children on the train yesterday morning, one of whom was going on about how she'd had several German lessons before she'd realised what this "Deutsch" and "Deutschland" thing the teacher was going on about was.

As bad as that is, it's nothing compared to the fact that her friend jumped in with, "Deutsch is the capital, isn't it?"

Aha. Ow.

(You know the best bit? These were private school students. Well-spent money, there.)

I only wish I was making this up. I fear for the future of humanity.