Rebowdlerization

Whilst lying on the sofa, idly browsing for ways get get rich without taking off my dressing gown I stumble across 10 Killer Posts, a list of types of blog post for the terminally short of imagination. Apparently they Help Bloggers Succeed, though, so there might be something in there that can at least help me kill time writing while I'm waiting to get rick quick. I look over the list. To the disquiet of Accident and Emergency departments all over the country however I did a how to last month, my last review shook the baking industry to its very core, the last time I went on the offensive it brought a frankly alarming amount of mediocre newspaper columnist's fans out of the woodwork, I am nothing if not shamefacedly mistress of the list filler and as the last post amply illustrates you really do not what to see what currently passes for my 'research results'.

But 'campaign', now, that's something I've never done. Especially if you don't count that time when I was eight and got up a petition for school dinners to be replaced with Flumps. So, it's with great pride and absolutely no lingering misgivings whatsoever that I present you with:

The Pandemian Campaign for the Rudification of the English Language

It has long been my belief that the English language is woefully under endowed with swear words really suitable for expressing the subtle nuances of dismay and aggravating circumstances that we find ourself facing every day. We have cunt. We have shit. We have fuck. But by overuse we've worn them out, and while for a time the crisis was allayed by using a profanity in the conjunction of two or more words; for example cuntspanner or fuckwit, this was a temporary measure that could only stretch so far. Now I weep with frustration to hear these poor, exhausted terms of abuse still being used on our streets and in our schools. You could, of course, always invent your own word entirely from scratch. But this is tiring and requires a certain amount of inspiration and who needs that extra effort on these dark, wintry evenings? Why exert yourself when your mother tongue is simple heaving with slightly dirty-sounding words just throbbing to be given that extra push into out and out smut? To start, I suggest the following:

1. Futtock
2. Gherkin
3. Kumquat
4. Gruntle
5. Snood
6. Spatula
7. Trombone
8. Weasel
9. Penge
10. Girth

Use them on the tube. Use them in board meetings. Use them over Christmas dinner. Use them through a megaphone at Oxford Circus. Use them from the pulpit of your local church when someone's getting married. But for kumquat's sake use them. The future of creative swearing rests in your filthy little mouth.

Thank you.

1 December 2006

Comments

Ahhhh, at last a worthy cause to die for...or live...or whatever

I think this is a great idea. Let's take those 'dingleberry' overused curse words and make new ones!

I find myself using these words fairly often in conversation.

Especially conversation with members of the opposite sex (read them again).

Some people just won't get the depth of hatred and malice of being called "a Penge" unless they've seen the bleak horror and despair that is SE19 for themselves...

You snoodling great gherkin! I object to seeing the magnificence of "trombone" so abused. So feel free to go spatula yourself.

I have used already, and furthermore intend to use Kumquat in my blog and in daily life as much as is humanly possible. It's as it should be.

Ha, your list of suggestions is a complete load of bollyhocks!

You missed frock.

Frock, frock, frock, frock, frock, frock,frock.

It even feels nice as you type it - go on, try!

x

There is always the unforgettable spazbuck.

May I suggest gusset?

P.S. I see you are a Whittards hot chocolate fan too. They truly are addictive.

'Shunt' always sounds very suggestive to me. And 'woggle.'

'He told me to go shunt myself, so I kicked him in the woggles.'

Great.

Long ago I was once quite the trombonist.

or is it tromboner? Meh, snood it.

BTW, dear, I feel that your list is disparagingly short on single syllable expletives.

And speaking of the tube, how is it possible to have a station called COCK-FOSTERS?! I suggest you add that to the list. Presto!

I offer you:

Button
Blob
Dongle
Flan
Ramekin

It took me a whole week to think of them. :)

I tend to mutter 'smorgasbord' in general conversation (usually to gain further tables in packed bars) but have recently moved to 'stollen' in light of the time of year.

Can I recomend adding -bells to some of the above to aid festivities?

Gruntle-bells for example, rolls right off the tongue.

J - I tried typing frock frock frock as recommended, but ended up with a line of forck forck forck instead... v strange.

Futtock and kumquat will now be my favourite words to use on Christmas cards.

May the season be full of futtock and joy...
With most sincere kumquats,

LMM x

my dad now resides in Penge. I always knew it was filthy.

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