Drowning in proverbial salt

The Word Smith is quickly turning into one of my favourite online correspondence companions. I can’t quite work out if he’s hilarious or so very mental that it’s unreal, but here’s where we’re up to so far in the super exciting Scrabble banter (continuing from our original chat here):

Miss P: You sound like a pro at this game! Are you a wiz at pub quizzes too? Oh, and thank you for advising against the use of the word ‘bum’ as a Scrabble opener. Who knew there could be such a minefield to navigate when you’re just trying to score points against your housemate! It sounds like a much more dangerous game than I initially appreciated.

Him: Well, there is no such thing as subtlety in Scrabble!

Miss P: So it would seem.

Him: Well, I hope you have a good fame this evening (I sound so middle-aged). Meanwhile, I will turn to the Harvard International Review for the next hour, before finishing off some matters for work*.

*Please read this with a pinch of the proverbial salt

**A very impressive Scrabble word

Um, am I supposed to know which bit of this chat I should take with proverbial salt…the work bit or the Harvard International Review bit? Maybe it’s time to go and play on Google.

New Google Search: What the bloody hell is the Harvard International Review, and if I’m so stupid that I don’t know what it is, will I be able to understand it if I were to try and read it? Search.