A bit like “Harry Potter and his goblet of whatever” (well actually nothing like it…..)
Well, there has seemed to be some recent (humourous) comments regarding my use of the, shall we say, more colourful of the English language.
Anyone who has known me for a day, a month, a year or even most of my life realise that I swear. It’s not that I have a narrow or limited vocabulary, it’s just sometimes there are no alternatives.
I know that the general belief in the UK (and Oz) is that if you swear then you are un-educated, well I think that’s so fucking wrong (sorry, couldn’t resist). I have had to tone down my language at my new job, I don’t swear as much when I am seeing Sarah, Jim, Steph or Paul (as it isn’t appreciated), I won’t swear in front of kids (the same as when I smoked, never in front of them)
However (not allowed to use ‘but’, it’s aggressive and confrontational), the people who read this blog are all adults and hope can cope with the odd effing and geffing” (fuck me, I’ve heard worse from you lot)
So, I am in honour of this blog post I am going to post the man who taught me how to swear (and why swearing is not for the un-educated). Mr Billy Connolly, (I was 14/15 years old when my parents got me into Billy Connolly)
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I apologise for leading you astray at the tender age of 14/15 Pater always blamed Eddie Murphy now I know that we led you down the slippery slope to Potty Mouthdom. I am off on a cruise on Thursday all in the name of education. Actually, I am going on a cruise ship in Dover Docks to see what oportunities there are for Careers for school leavers. We are dining aboard and seeing the engine rooms. Was Andrew successful in his mission not the Aussie Twang the other mission. Love Mumsie. xxxxxx remember your list for your birthday time is running out if you want it in time.