A further instalment in the "me being a self-righteous git" category...
Yesterday, at the reception desk at a hotel in Manly, I heard a tour director for a Canadian Christian group turn to a group of four girls, hand them a key pouch and say: "Jessica, Emily, Amy, Amanda, these is your guys's keys."
I don't even know where to begin.
(And before anyone gets on my case for my spelling of "instalment", the British spelling only has one L in it. And since Australia isn't the 51st American state just yet, and since we are - despite the best efforts of a number of inspired and hard-working people - still under the rule of Queen Elizabeth II of England, I will spell it the British way. So shut up.)