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Cry fowl?
The piece in yesterday's Times on the caducity of words brought this response from a John Burscough of Brigg, Lincs:
My late uncle, a Roman Catholic priest, every morning picked an obscure word at random from the dictionary, then tried to sneak it into as many conversations as possible throughout the day. He was finally rumbled after attempting to shoehorn the word "spatchcock" into a sermon on humility.
He should have done it the other way round.
