He’s Cross, But I’m Livid

I mentioned the bad naming skills of a restaurateur in Mumbai recently. Banterist now has a post on his blog that includes a photograph of the offending restaurant.

And I am angry and appalled, I tell you. Not about the name, which merely serves to draw attention to the bad judgement of the restaurateur. But look again at that photograph – the bloody apostrophe is in the wrong place. Damn you, it should read Hitler’s Cross, not Hitlers’ Cross. Hitler may be cross, but I’m absolutely livid. Where is Lynne Truss when you need her?