'You're the most ept, ert, choate and dolent person I know - br how do you manage it? ' br br 'Excuse me...? ? ' br br Words are fun. br If your child's school report br declared him or her br 'inept, inert, inchoate, and indolent' br you'd have a fairly clear picture br of how things are; br the negatives survive, br as more useful br (ah, sad reflection...) br br and then there are the words br that have reversed their meanings br by some really interesting br but alas never yet charted br human failing: br 'nice' once meant stupid and ignorant; br 'silly' once meant blissful... br br But today I'm savouring 'disgruntled': br br that is, dissatisfied, and angry with it; br a state not unknown br to a consumer society; br so are you gruntled today - br satisfied and happy? br br but it's not quite as easy as that: br if you're gruntled, then officially you're br 'uttering little grunts'... br br would that be while DIYing br somewhere back of the sink, br or pigging out so fast you can hardly br make time to breathe, br or perhaps being, uh, br sexually favoured? br br Words are fun br especially for poets - br Shakespeare made up more than anyone br just like that br without some egghead like Bacon (aha!) or Jonson br looking over his shoulder and saying br you can't say that br they won't know what you mean br in the low-price seats...