Isn’t that just a great word?
It conjures up memories of old films made in Ealing studios, of Gran’s exaggerated shock at being told something of absolutely no importance by a child, of saucy seaside postcards that young boys giggle about on their way home from school, that young men send to their friends, (in the days when people sent postcards) and old ladies shake their heads at in disdain.
Nowadays people let drop a four letter expletive as if it means nothing. How often have I heard the “F” word said in front of ladies, of girls and nobody has batted an eyelid? It used to be that people grew out of bad language but nowadays it simply doesn’t happen.
How sad is that?
My German workmates all swear like troopers and love it when I swear in English. Why is that?
OK, they’re working class lads but so what? Does working class automatically mean that they’re brain-dead? Work in a steel mill is hard but also exact nowadays. The wrong measurement, degree of heat or ingredient means a whole batch of steel is flawed and must come back to be melted down and reworked. We’re talking millions of Euros here if one person along the line gets it wrong. So they don’t employ stupid people because they can’t afford to.
However, in the changing rooms and showers after shift the talk is as bawdy as it’s one-tracked. Why is that?
I suppose blokes will always be blokes. I know I’m no different from the others. I like to think I have a creative bent but when it comes down to effing and blinding I’m just as casual about it as any other.
However, wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the days when men never cursed of a lady was present? I think it would.