Profane, vulgar, obscene words and bad language were not a feature of my childhood.
By golly gumdrops!
Well blow me down!
or, perhaps occasionally ... Blooming...
were the kind of phrases which my parents used around us. Indeed, I don't think I ever heard anything stronger than the occasional mild swear word from either of them. Nor did I hear bad language from friends or their families. It simply wasn't necessary and it certainly wasn't 'the done thing'.
I checked with Max and he cannot remember his parents using any 'bad' language, ever.
We both grew up in the 1950's and 60's.
My father spent a few years working on Grimsby trawlers as a Radio Operator, so strong language would most definitely have been around down dock, but never at home.
My red-haired mother certainly knew how to get cross and would hurl an occasional angry slipper my way, so it wasn't some fairy tale, Enid Blyton-style, nicey-nicey, household! Fiery tempers and an angry tone, yes. Bad language, no.
Why am I muttering on about this?
A few days ago I heard a young child, about four years of age, come out with some really disgusting language. The child obviously didn't know what the words meant. The people I assumed were her parents simply fell about laughing, so did their friends. So said child gave a repeat performance with embellishments.
So many young people these days pepper their conversations or comments with the f-word, and worse; I don't know whether they are even aware they are doing it.
In this world we are losing our ability to hold a conversation, information is only useful if it comes in bite-sized pieces, because that is all modern brains seem able to process, hand writing is becoming a thing of the past, and even looking at the real person next to you has been superseded by looking at your telephone screen to see how many people in the world are following you, love you, want to talk to you, etc.
And don't get me started on pronunciation.
When did this silly nonsense of saying 'sicth' instead of 'sixth' become acceptable on the BBC?
I'm going to stop here. The sun is shining, the sky is blue-ish. I must walk this nonsense out of my head and enjoy the real day.