Malone
I visited the market yesterday to speak to the grumbling greengrocer, Ivan Napple, hoping to hear about his latest moans. I asked if he knew your friend, Ivor Aspberay, the famous fruit farmer from far-flung Forfar (no alliteration intended).
“I know Ivor well” he said. “He supplies all the fruit and veg stalls here. In fact, one of my customers, a Scottish lady, arranged it. We got a great deal and she was the middleman, or should that be middlewoman, I never know.”
“It’s the same with all these stupid made-up words like “Chairperson” “Spokesperson”and the ludicrous “Hupersonkind.” What’s that all about?”
“I can tell that you are not pc”, I said.
“PC? The only PC I know is the one who comes in here, or WPC as I still call them, WPC Laura Norder she told me. Funny thing is, everyone calls her Jo. She’s clever Jo, and I am sure she is having me on.”
With thanks to Malone and Cleverjo for their ideas.