My teacher’s death grip

One day my biology teacher snapped. The barrel-chested Judy Shaw came at me with wild eyes and claws desperate for meaty connection. Biology be damned, the next lesson is the teacher’s death grip. This and more in Vernacular NICELY SAID issue 36.

  • Words – Knocker uppers
  • Thinking – Writing helps us to think.
  • Science – Europe’s pigs are radioactive
  • Discrimination – The misogyny myth
  • Branding – A Japanese bakery
  • Sport – Fake Indian cricket league

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