Driving on our way to a retail park the other day we found ourselves sitting in a traffic jam for the best part of ten minutes on a city road being dug up for the fourth time in recent months. Nobody seemed to be working on site though but there was, as usual, some bloke in a yellow jacket and white helmet clutching a phone to his ear while staring down a hole.
Sorry about using the word ‘sitting’! I forgot that in new age and newspeak Britain, where, it is reported, that many G.C.S.E students can’t reach a decent standard in either English or Maths, I should, of course be using ‘sat in a traffic jam’ presumably also sat in a chair in the car, which seems odd, I know, as cars always had seats until recently, along with buses and trains and, until a few years back, or ‘back in the day’ as I’ve been instructed to say, chairs were reserved for sitting rooms and kitchens. Both concepts along with many others seem to have been dumped by modern Britons as apparently most prefer now to graze and eat on trays in front of a 50 inch T.V.
Trying to keep up with the flow I did try to book a cinema ‘chair‘ the other day but to my utter astonishment the young lady behind the counter seemed not to understand what I meant. So presumably the usage is not universal, rather like those presenters on T.V. who, to demonstrate their ability to ‘get down with the kids’, add a ‘huh’ sound when pronouncing a word that starts with an aitch or haitch as they would say.
How about this confusing poster sign in a clothing retail outlet (note: ‘shop’ is very old fashioned now) advertising ‘The Seasonal Edit’. May your god know what that means as this consumer has not got a clue, but then as I have commented before, if you don’t understand the message it’s not aimed at you, which is probably why our MPs are not carrying out the instructions given to them in 2016. They obviously think the message was aimed at some other entity and not them.
Something I find very irritating are those who insert an inflection at the end of any sentence so that a statement sounds like a question, and why do so many young women now speak with the sort of voice that it’s easy to assume they have or have had a throat infection: an affectation presumably copied from some celebrity.
As for this ’sat‘ business: I’m only too aware that I can remember the sayings of the late actress (it’s alright to use ‘actress’ as Vanessa Redgrave describes herself as one and insists she is not an actor) and comedian Hilda Baker, who, when not at the ‘foot of our stairs’ was ‘stood standing here’: everything comes around again it seems.
At least what Hilda said was audible unlike modern actors on T.V. I’m beginning to think that I’m either deaf or just not attuned to the physical channel that actors use these days to communicate with the audience, either that or the sound technicians have only been trained to NVQ 2. Which wouldn’t surprise me. Only last week a senior technician was telling me how difficult it was to get good interested young staff, something I’ve heard before in other fields.
Odd though, that watching a recording made in the early sixties of a production of a classical play on T.V last week I could clearly hear every word spoken by cast members. What then has changed, I ask myself, perhaps it’s the new mumble speak fashion or perhaps they have just not been taught how to project their voices.
At the other end of the communication scale we have the new ‘lords of knowledge’ in the HoC who have invented an entire new language where words can be given any meaning they wish, which is an unusual concept to say the least. Apparently this is because so many of them have been supposedly over-educated at one of our many world beating universities.
Many of them have some sort of legal background and, given their ages now, are most probably part of the intake of trainee lawyers in the noughties whose command of English and English grammar was so poor that the Senior Training Partner of one of the top ten law firms in the U.K told me that their standard of comprehension and grammar was so bad that nearly all had to be sent on GCSE courses to bring their usage to anywhere near a satisfactory level. We are wordsmiths he said, if not how can we function?
Now this was over twenty years ago, years before self-correcting spelling and grammar programs and text speak were available. Many of these people will now be in senior management jobs or, as seems likely, representing us in the HoC, which explains a lot. It also explains why I regularly receive letters from professionals that seem to have been written by twelve-year olds who have English as a second language.
It seems to me that we have not seen anything yet, as in those now far off days at least universities demanded a reasonable set of A level results to gain entry to any course of study. Now it seems the ability to write and spell correctly your family name is all that is required. I’ve just heard of an 18-year-old being admitted to a B.A course at a so-called university having obtained three ‘C’s and a ‘D’. If that is representative of standards required these days the only purpose must be to keep youth unemployment numbers down.
I often work with graduates from other countries who are not only eager to learn but provide work that is accurate and on time, in fact if corrections are needed these are usually done by return. I’m sorry to say that this is not always the case with home-grown students, many of whom have a laissez-faire attitude to spelling, grammar and accuracy, presumably having been schooled by the ‘grammar and spelling has little importance it’s the ideas that count’ attitude of many educationalists.
Have I got news for you guys. Out in the real competitive world, away from the public services and state funded sectors, nothing is farther from the truth, a shock awaits those who think otherwise. Maybe that’s why so many wish to stay in the failing economy comfort zone of the EU.
Faith, if Britain be not rotten before she die—as we have many pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold the laying in— Britain will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year. Act 5 Scene 1
As I read this, I am in fact “sat sitting here” in front of a 50” TV, with my feet up, grazing on beer and chocolate cake, but having been educated in the late 1960s my standard state education was nevertheless reasonably good. I was writing copperplate with a quill pen at the age of five, (no namby pamby pencils or biros at our school!) whereas children of that age nowadays are reportedly going to school in nappies and eating crayons. One spelling mistake and we were given 100 lines during the lunch break, one error in reciting our times tables and we were kept in detention until we had learned the table correctly, and one instance of cheeky behaviour and we were sent to the Head for a slap across the hand or the back of the legs with a ruler. It concentrated the mind wonderfully and I can still to this day remember the mistakes I made. I didn’t make them twice.
Nowadays, I am sick to death of radio and TV presenters speaking in mock-Jamaican accents instead of British regional accents or RP, pronouncing “country” as “conchry”, and failing to express themselves clearly because they couldn’t tell a gerund from a preposition, or a pluperfect from a subjunctive, if they fell over one.
God forbid anyone nowadays should be expected to know how and why to avoid a split infinitive (unless splitting it deliberately for dramatic effect) or to understand the difference between “each” and “both”, or the difference between “comprises” and “contains”, or “uninterested” and “disinterested”, or the importance of placing the adjective “only” in exactly the right place in the sentence, or that while two objects can be different from each other they are never “different to”, and that comparisons are made “with” not “to”.
I am sick to death of mediocrity and stupidity in people who should know better if they aspire to public life and I’m depressed that even the BBC has succumbed. Innit.
Things will not improve until we get rid of the invader and those who support him; a huge task now. The only other option is to force him to learn which is nigh on impossible given the PC infestation of our education system. All of this was clear from the start so I must conclude that it was a deliberate ploy to subjugate the native British population to alien rule.
Of course we might avoid this for a time by emigrating but what are we leaving behind for our descendants?
It’s the gabbling that drives me up the wall. When everyone has to speak double fast to get it in the alloted time slot. I need a slow time control on TV and phone. I suspect it is because 9 times out of 10, if we knew what was said it would be obvious bunkum.
The letter ‘t’ is fast disappearing in phrases such as ‘Wha’ about’ i’. Even worse, reruns of old films and TV series such as Faulty Towers are now preceded by the warning – “this programme may contain outdated language”!!
The words ”to” and ”for” have almost disappeared, replaced by ”tuh” and ”fuh” – also ”thu” instead of ”the” (eg ”thu’ end”). Try listening to any person on the radio or TV, even the seemingly well-read ones. Why does no-one speak properly any more?
Yes, I’ve noticed that myself.
Also “worl” instead of “world”. Frequently they can’t be bothered to finish words.
The missing ‘t’ used to be known as the glottal stop. I don’t think many folks now know what that means.
Well I am going deaf to a certain extent, having just come back from seeing a specialist and having a hearing test, resulting I suppose from early working years in very noisy environments (ship’s engine rooms) before the introduction of the Heath and Safety Act 1974 and the compulsory provision of ear defenders (proper H&S, not Elf and Safety). Even so I can easily hear the screeching that some describe here, heaven knows what like it is for those of you with with well functioning upper register hearing.
On the subject of sound engineers, this has been a bugbear of mine for many years along with the mumbling, growling whispering that appears to be compulsory these days ( I heard someone on TV a few years ago stating that straining to hear what was being said added to the experience!)
The best improvement in TV technology (apart from chucking the thing away) for me would be a separate volume/mute control for background music, and if the absence of bass/cello fails to warn me of an approaching baddie or disaster, so be it.
Another comment from Sonya: I’ve just re-read your sentence –
‘Odd though, that watching a recording made in the early sixties of a production of a classical play on T.V last week I could clearly hear every word spoken by cast members.’
This also seems to apply to English films and also even American films of the pre-60s dates. In fact, if you listen to an American film of that era, it almost seems that you are hearing good received pronunciation. Sadly, our language pronunciations are beginning to diverge and it could well be that in 2119 we shall need subtitles to understand American.
Sonya
Thanks so much for bringing up that ‘sat’ infuriating piece of grammar. It’s been driving me up the wall recently. And thanks for mentioning that ‘H-aitch’ pronunciation, another thing which has been having the same effect on me for the past few years. The gerund seems to have disappeared completely and few people recognise the subjunctive, except perhaps when saying ‘If I WERE you’ And as for ‘harASSing’ rather than ‘HARassing’…
I shall be passing your article on to the Chairman of the Queen’s English Society for his comments.
Sonya
‘Was sitting’ is the term which will still be used by me!
thank you so much Norman. I too thought I was going deaf. The grating sandpapery tones of these young “females” drives me spare.
Yes – thank you! It’s good to let off steam about something other than Brexit! I’d been forgetting about the real world much of the time!
At least you got a message from lawyerly types of persons . I had one yesterday from a builder. It contained 3 seperate messages ( I think ) , Each one denying the others and no noticeable message or reason. It Imagine being me and ancient . Don’t worry about it Dad ( or grandad, or uncle or Grandad squared or xsquared +ix. Depending )…
But I do.
‘get down with the kids’
Dear oh dear. That’s ‘kidz’ if you don’t mind Daddy-o. You’re so unhip I’m surprised your bum doesn’t fall off.
JF
Insert smiley here.