I know plenty of people who attest that it is; that I am deliberately contrary, and that I derive some kind of pleasure from being obtuse. I derive no such pleasure.
Filled pasta is one of my favourite things to eat: Have you ever cooked lettuce?
I am a fan of equality at every level, so I should want a female “Jane” Bond; shouldn’t I?
Why are you smiling for them like that? It was meant for me, not for them. I’m the special one: Me!
It can take months of searching for the correct flat in the most convenient part of the city we have chosen. That is all well and good, but what if you can’t decide where you want to go?
If you had the chance, would you punch someone in the face? Would you kill someone for what you believe in?
This post is not intended to be funny or titillating; it is a serious meditation on swearing and “bad language”. I am going to need to mention all of these words rather a lot. You have been warned.