Before I start I must have a little disclaimer: I am a freaking hyprocrite. You’ll see why…
I looooove punctuation. The language purists will be snorting their tea out their noses right now, especially following a word that has been so damaged by my personal type-quirks. Sorry.
But anyway, I do. And spelling. More snorting, I imagine. I used to be a “walking dictionary,” as someone once put. Now I’m useless (I blame my lack of memory) but I still love it. Back to punctuation though: since reading “Eats, Shoots, and Leaves” by Lynne Truss, I have realised that I am not the only punctuation Nazi out there. In fact, I learned many of my inadequacies reading that book, which reminds me, I must read it again. Apart from teaching me a whole bunch about punctuation, it also firmed my resolve to become more radical in my quest to remove the world of misplaced apostrophes.
Clearly, there is also someone else on the loose in Wellington who finds the effects of punctuation on sentences as hilarious as me. Kudos to whoever added the full stop to the slogan of this chain of optometrists. You rock my world.