A WORD IN THE HAND: COMATOSE
What Americans do to English has always drug me down
A column to satisfy your inner grammar nerd
I’m expecting a shower of molten-hot meteorites to land on my head when I say this, but I’m going to say it anyway: what was so great about the so-called “supermoon” on Wednesday?
OK so it might have been a bit bigger and a little brighter than the average full moon, but it wasn’t as if we had to wear sunglasses to look at it. Was all the excitement perhaps just a tad overblown? It was just the same old moon, for heavens’ sake.
All the supermooning hyperbole reminded me of something most of you have probably already forgotten. Eight years ago, everyone was dancing a jig about a celestial body called Comet Ison...