“and there pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases.”

Anthony Trollope could have been describing my blog of late.

This week I am once again without inspiration.

I am jejune. 

I am, according to Urban Dictionary, using the worst word in the English language.

Apparently jejune just bleeds pomposity and snobbery. If you seriously use jejune in a sentence you a) are automatically an asshole and b) should be slapped across the mouth.

I embrace my asshole status and revel in using a word I’m probably not pronouncing properly.

What is not to love about finding a word that you don’t quite understand how to use. And desperately forcing it into conversation.

There’s enough dumbing down out there as it is with the new post-truth, anti-expert world we live in.

Why not up our game with a fancy, foreign word or two that you can force on your friends and hopefully into common parlance…(yes, I know, I sound even more of an asshole).

Go on…Trot forth gleefully, like an extra in Brideshead Revisted – “I detected a jejune air that had not irked me before.” – and use as many foreign sounding words as you can…

Once brexit hits, and all things foreign get the boot, they might be banned and we will be back to jejune, old English.