Liam - Twenty’s is a car crash site. You know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t help yourself. He’s a damn good writer. Pity about the language.

Maybe you didn’t relent, but you softened your stance a bit?

My take on all the above is that I am profoundly sad at the level of profanity on the street. And it is not just from the children, but from their parents, as well.

However, what saddens me also is the level of profanity in the blogosphere. I have no objection to the odd cuss word thrown in where the content demands it, or where it is appropriate in the context of the post. I hold my hand up and plead guilty to that one myself.

I am aware that words have different meanings and that sensibilities differ across the globe. I have discovered that the C word is gravely offensive outside Ireland [and in this house]. However, I suppose in a blog like mine, which is reflective of my thought processes and of daily life here, the odd swear word has to creep in!

Incidentally, I’m reading a book by Tom Sharpe at the moment [one of my favourite authors] and Herself keeps giving out because I insist on laughing out loud. He is one author who can use profanity to great effect

I grew up in a council house and I find it sad that working class people are reduced to monosyllables. I remember when the Daily Mirror, which was read by both sets of my grandparents, was a serious paper. My dad has the VE Day edition. I’m told The Sun has a working vocabulary of 900 words.

Think of all the Working Men’s Institutes and Reading Rooms there used to be - something got lost somewhere.

If I’d done that at their age, I’d have had the fuckin’ head slapped off me.