At the End of the Day

Swearing blind

 The older I get, the more I agree with people that non-stop use of foul language is pretty tiresome, and often displays a paucity of imagination. Sometimes it can be funny: some years ago, an after-sales engineer turned up here to repair a French oven that was still under guarantee.

A little pre-explanation. Two very common French expletives are ‘con’ and ‘merde’. Con is indeed the C-word, but as a swearword it is nowhere near as bad as the Anglo-latin equivalent: used by the French as an insult, it means ‘pillock’. Merde means ‘shit’, but again is quite common and acceptable as a generic word for ‘useless’ or ‘crap’. Your French worker’s conversation consists of both words used in profusion, with occasional link words in between.

So the engineer turns up, and discovers that ‘the office’ has given him the wrong part. A part in French is often referred to as a ‘truc’, which means ‘thingy’. Among non-self employed French jobsworths, ‘the office’ is seen as roughly on a par with the Devil incarnate: it’s completely interchangeable with war criminal, badger gasser, drug dealer or other equally heinous descriptions.

This was the bloke’s response to the discovery of being in possession of the wrong part:

“Oooh quelle merde le truc, quel con la merde…merde, merde, merde, le truc se trompe, quels cons au bureau, toujours la merde, toujours les trucs qui sont merdes, ils sont tous les cons, oooh merde, le truc c’est merde, les cons sont merdes, partout on trouve les cons”.


But the problem today is indeed that those who would pretend to rule over us are almost all merdes and cons. However, we have no device in English for expressing that reality without descending into dialogue that sounds like an excerpt from Derek & Clive.

So my proposal tonight is that we Brits should develop a series of words that aren’t euphemisms as such, but merely an alternative to latin and Anglo-Saxon swearing – with equal critical force, but less repetitive tedium.

For example, on meeting Jeremy Hunt, I could say the following – and he would be in little doubt as to my feelings:

“You sir, are a bodsock…the fruit of a tinthistle’s loins, a courtier of the Canute persuasion, and an allround fickwutted hubblegoon”.

There is a certain elegance to that kind of insult that would allow Waspi women to greet ‘Jewels’ Altmann with:

“Greetings o blingstrimpet, what hypoclitoral fibulous winkdribble of bogdroppings do you have for us today?”

Other less sensitive souls like Jean-Claude Juncker might require more use of the minimal-syllables approach:

“Bonjour schlud, I’m going to stick my Brexit up your smello”.


And finally tonight, onto my pixotheday on Twitter.

This one made me grimace, laugh and sigh all at once – not terribly convenient, as I was eating a bowl of porridge at the time:

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Many’s the time I’ve referred to my car as a mobility service, and the garden spade as a manual mixed-materials excavation provider. Where do they find these langua-stangula idiots?

This was my own effort a couple of days ago in support of Waspi Women:

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Here’s something slightly more serious but nevertheless equally blunt and correct:

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Never thought I’d ever thank Sky, but tonight’s debate has done an enormous disservice to the Remain cause…and brought the Bubble Dwellers face to face with what real Britain thinks.

Earlier at The Slog: Tricky Dodgy Dave’s sticky Dicky moment

13 thoughts on “At the End of the Day

  1. To err is human but to swear properly you have to understand English.

    It is the only language where any word can be used as an expletive.

    If there is no current word that sufficiently expresses what you feel at the time then feel free to make up a new word, if it has legs, it will run.

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  2. I wonder where or who was Lewis Carroll hurling turlingdromes andn other brotheringill at in the first place?
    The original Battlestar Galactica created a whole new group of curses for television.

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  3. Just found this classic bit of excrement refinishing by BBC pertaining to the debate. The clip terminates with Cameldung deep in the elbow grease of elasticated language, refusing point blank to confront his own disingenuousness, rather than visibly grasping at straws as he was much of the time. It could easily confuse a stupid person, you wonder why they bothered to cover it at all..

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-eu-referendum-36437329

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  4. Many moons ago at the local boozer a sort of pal of mine stood at the bar as miserable as a hundred wet Sundays in the 1970’s (do you remember those days when nothing was open on Sunday?) Dave his name was and he was as rough as a badgers backside. I ordered my pint and glanced at Daves misery and chirped up “cheer up Dave, wots the matter?” He lifted his ugly mug out of his beer and muttered “its me car” to which I replied “whats up with it” to which our Dave replied ” The F##king F##kers F##ked”

    Some years later I had the delight of educating a small number of German engineers in all matters of things :-) Including the use and miss use of the English language. They had commented that when provoked by a difficult situation i invariably reverted to using the F word. I shared with them our Daves story and they all agreed that it was indeed an individuals poetic description of a situation he had no control over and powerless in the face of adversity he adopted the stance of that famous picture of the little helpless mouse raising two fingers up to the eagle that with its claws facing towards it will most certainly snuff his life out. Further i explained that it was my language and I reserved the right to bastardise it however i liked.

    I was very proud that these young Germans immediately adopted said phrase and it was a delight to hear in repeated throughout the Airbus factory :-)

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  5. I always thought (and according to a frenchie at school) the French equivalent to the c word was ‘chat’ for obvious reasons.
    Must say I haven’t laughed as much since grandma got her left tit caught in the mangle – watching Cameron slither in the mire of his own making last night.

    Laugh ? I nearly sh@t…

    Derek & Clive – what fun…

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  6. I thought for a moment there that you’d been studying under Boris Johnson, but then I remembered from my undergraduate biochemistry degree the concept of convergent evolution…….

    The value of bad language is its scarcity value. If you swear every sentence every day, those who are subjected to it are rapidly desensitised in just the way that coffee drinkers are desensitised to the effects of caffeine.

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