mostly david ephgrave

The other day, I walked past some men doing building work, presumably for the council, when a car sped past us that contained people who clearly knew one of builders in question. “Do some work, you fat cunt”, shouted one of the car’s passengers to the chap he knew. “Wanker!” replied the builder. There’s nothing quite like approaching your job with pride and professionalism. At least it wasn’t the workman who’d dropped the c-bomb, but I’m not sure his one-word exclamation was much more appropriate. He also bellowed it at the top of his voice after taking a deep breath from the diaphragm; he may not have grasped the etiquette to the situation, but at least his cuss was well-supported. It’s fair to say people’s standards are slipping. Take the guys in the car, for example. I’m pretty sure I haven’t ever shouted “cunt” out of a moving vehicle - or a stationary one either - in my whole lifetime, and I grew up in Stevenage when I woul...

Thank God for pie charts. If it wasn’t for them, this website would be guilty of a heavy-duty cuss. As names go, it's pretty hard-hitting. They're not beating around the bush (no pun intended).   What is a statcunter anyway? Presumably someone who needs a lady-part and quick. Somebody was paid to design that logo. It seems they didn’t think it through. Maybe they did: perhaps the graphic designer had a score to settle and wanted to see what he could get away with. I hope that no-one noticed the subliminal swear until the fee had cleared in their account. This isn’t the only instance of unexpected foul-mouthery. It’s everywhere you look.   Take this character in the iPhone game Squids: Or the title of this book:   Clint Eastwood’s parents have got a lot to answer for.