(ALERT: What follows is intentional overuse of big words. Get your dictionary ready, friends.)
I sincerely doubt that anyone will ever haul me into court accusing me of pitch-perfect application of the English language. I did my undergraduate work in Sociology, not English. I hold no illusion that I will one day become the next internationally renown author of the "Great American Novel."
Writing long-winded, excruciatingly detailed, ponderously boring reports comes naturally to me. Debate is innate. But lilting, rightly crafted prose? That, as I have been told, is a real struggle for a gasbag the likes of me. (Or is it "I"?)
Was I ever a credible purveyor of the Queen's English in daily life?