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Another bang-up post, sir. The police are nothing to trifle with. They’re bad news. They can ruin your day. I tangled with the Internal Revenue Service once over a tax matter and they’re the same. They garnished my wages for two years and put me on watch for seven. Governments are genuinely frightening.
You shouldn’t use “cunt,” in my humble opinion. It’s so harsh. Fuck is okay but leave out the other one.
very glad your Mum could get away for a bit. caretaking is no fun… even better that your father has round-the-clock professionals attending to him so you can relax a bit - it’s a win-win-win, i think…
trina has nailed her own relational coffin with that bit. may be time to block her phone number?
Exile:
Yes, I’m really glad it’s over. I’ve learned a few lessons, if not the ones they’d like me to have learned.
I’m not taking any advice about what words I can and can’t use in my own writing. Why would I relinquish such a lovely word? When I think of Donna as “my cunt", it’s a term that mixes affection and lust. Trina never uses it and doesn’t like it, which is telling, I think.
Perhaps it’s a little less powerful over here. There’s already speculation about what will take the cunt’s place. I’ve just finished reading Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh and it’s used in that novel, set in an Edinburgh tourists never see, far more often to mean “person” or “fellow” than in a derogatory sense.
A comment on a Guardian article from 2011 about swearing makes a similar point: “There also has to be a consideration for geographical differences. In Glasgow swearing is commonplace everywhere and the C word more specifically is practically used as a term of endearment. Only this afternoon on entering a room full of my mates I commented that “Every cunt’s in here” without thinking about it and was promptly scolded by a friend of mine from Leeds who would never dream of using that word.”
Here in Lancashire – a good deal nearer to Glasgow than London – we haven’t quite started using it to mean “friend". But between lovers, I can’t see what possible other word one would use during sex (and outside of it) to one’s sexually desired other. It’s intimate, close, and marks that person off into a specially favoured category. “Oh darling, you’ve got beautiful pudenda.” Nope. This blog will remain cunted.
DF:
Yes, I rang my Mum tonight and she’s having a great time in Lancaster with my daughters and Kirsty. No-one deserves it more. Dad’s away with the fairies, but I’ll mention that in the next post.
I don’t want to block Trina. I just want to confine our friendship to those parts of it that work. I’ve given her a right bollocking about it, saying “I’ve already cut the relationship out; if you do that again I’ll cut the friendship out too.”
Margate?!?!? No one is ever happy in Margate - well there was one time I’ll not mention in public here but other than the odd gig - seeing Bellowhead there in Nov Margate is simply the end of the line
We used to go on holidays there when I was a nipper – but I was too young to notice anything then. Sounds like that was a blessing!
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