I have always enjoyed language and, hopefully, seek [or try to seek] its proper use. This past month, my language antennae have been set to ‘maximum twitch’ on two fronts. First, as a self-confessed budget addict—I watch it every year with a hearty McLaren Vale red, two simmering hot dogs, some bread, and lashings of Rosella tomato sauce all at hand—I suffer my yearly dose of masochism. This year, the delivery of the Federal Budget was little d…
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