quite liked this
If you use these words, you’re turning your back on the rich history of earthy, brutish, egalitarian British swearing to evoke some bizarre Thorpe Park fantasy Britain set somewhere between 1928 and 1954. It’s not that there’s no room for innovation in swearing, but the forsaking our national inheritance - your everyday fucks, shits and bastards - for smug, self-consciously quirksome insults is a travesty which must be stopped.