My wife is especially glad because it’s a word she uses all the time. She loves it. Sometimes, when the children are listening, she combines it with ‘bastard’ to create the word ‘custard’, but mostly it’s the full, uncensored version that’s hurled in the direction of anyone she doesn’t like. Local radio DJs cop for it a lot.
She’s even developed it into a test at parties, using it as soon as practically possible, whenever she’s introduced to someone. Her argument is that those who fall into a dead faint and need to be brought round with smelling salts weren’t worth talking to anyway.
James: Can I make it absolutely clear, here, now, that I’m only here because the producers said I had to be. I don’t like snow, I hate being cold, I hate outdoor pursuits, I hate the idea that I’ve got to “push my body to find the limit,” I can’t stand this stupid clothing that makes this rustling noise when you move all the time, and I hate the zips, and the toggles, and all the pockets, and that, and I hate your stupid truck.
Jeremy: [shushing James] Listen. If we make it, look at it this way: you will be the first person ever to go to the North Pole who didn’t want to be there.