I’ve spent all day being asked by journalists “why is your blog called Quaequam?” To start with, it isn’t. It’s called Quaequam Blog! – the blog and exclamation mark are important. Secondly, it has nothing to do with latin (I should hire Ros Taylor as my personal spin doctor – she always makes me sound so glamourous) – those Grammar school years were totally wasted, trust me.
Frankly, I think I signpost the origins of “quaequam blog!” fairly explicitly on this blog these days. The clues are all these. Ultimately, the real reason I call this site Quaequam Blog! is that for 99.9% of the population it is completely obscure while 0.1% understand it immediately. All hail obscure, pointless in-jokes!
I’ll bet these journo’s mum’s threw their collections out as they headed off to journalist school 🙂
A sad indictment of today’s press
Surely they should change their name due to the lack of megacities etc 7 years on.
And I thought it was to signal to the other 99.9% of your readership that you’re a snob.
If you knew what it meant, you wouldn’t be claiming it is snobbish – nyerr, nyerr, nyerr-nyerr, nyerr!
Anyway, can I suggest a blogger whipround to buy the Lib Dems an autocue?
Did you see Newsnight last night? A succession of mumbling furblers staring at their scripts, and for some reason going on about border control all the sodding time. Nick Clegg: reading. Danny Alexander: absorbed by reading script. Simon Hughes: has joined the Surveillance Party, and anyway looks like a sweaty car dealer in 1978.
The only competent speaker was this Scottish guy called Kennedy. Where’d we get him from?