I received an email today to tell me I use too many cuss words in my blog.
Seeing as it wasn't Sam Elliott's eloquent moustache passing on this piece of unsolicited advice, I despatched it with a peppering of invective and went back about my day, which involved watching the hours tick away while I thought about packing away my DVDs and collection of deerheads (without doing any of it).
I don't think this is a profane blog but I do reason that a good fuck, every now and then, throws a lovely emphasis on things.
I'll call a hideous bastard a hideous bastard as opposed to a 'not very nice individual,' and if the occasion ever comes up to label someone a 'wankpallet,' consider it bandied.
They're only words, a series of harmless letters arranged in such a way as to spell out 'cockhead,' for instance, or 'John Terry.'
Would that I should asterisk out my saltier musings? Fuck and, indeed, that. I asterisk for no man.