I was sitting peacefully on my train home this evening. I decided I couldn't cope with Boswell's Life of Samuel Johnson just then. I opted instead to melt my brain by doing the puzzles in the Evening Standard - which is the only reason I pick up the Evening Standard because I certainly don't read the damn thing - when this happened. And I gawped at it for a while in disbelief. And then took photos of it. And then gawped at it some more.
And then decided the interwebs needed to know about it.
I...just...you REALLY couldn't find yourself a less loaded word to put in your crossword puzzle, ES? REALLY?! WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH 'NEARS'?
