No one will love Prais in the springtime

I'm not deliberately trying to find fault with The Guardian; they just make it so easy for me to do so.

From the April 28 homepage:



Copyeditor General's ruling: I suppose things could be worse; at least they don't call it the City of Lights ...

Update: I think The Guardian has a crush on me. That's the only possible explanation.

From the above article:



This is either the publishing equivalent of insulting me to get my attention, or it's an act of deliberate debasement ("Correct me, please! I need to feel your red-ink wrath!").

Either way, it's a little embarrassing, don't you think?