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February 06, 2006

Stupendously Fat British Person Is Dead

Now, I'm fairly certain that there's a Sad Story here, as there usually is in such cases, and the supplied picture of Jack with his gaffer's tape "wig" makes him look like a fairly miserable bloke.

But enough of this humane chit-chat. It's an oddity of language in the Sun's reportage that caught my eye:

Unmarried Jack, who became a recluse in 1975, will be buried in Rawdon, Leeds, tomorrow.

At what point does one "become" a recluse? After one has stayed indoors for six months? A year? Two? Did Jack stop leaving this house in 1970, and not qualify for recluse-hood until 1975?

What does that mean?

[Via boingboing.]