It’s embarrassing that a writer can’t find more interesting and varied words to express her stronger feelings.
For years and years I have been overusing words ending in ‘wit’ and ‘head’. I have been known from time to time to flog a word that rhymes with shunt.
When my first daughter was born, my husband established a swear jar in an attempt to curb my profanities. There was a sliding scale; 20 cents for low level words like damn, 50 cents for the words rhyming with grit and luck and a dollar for that old Anglo Saxon beauty men love to use but are shocked when women utter it.
The proceeds of my swearing would go straight to my daughter’s bank account. On her first birthday there was around $1247 in her gap year fund.
We got rid of the swear jar. Couldn’t afford it.
Now with two extra impressionable young things in my care, I have decided the best way to tackle this addiction to swearing is to by adding more interesting expletives to my repertoire.
I am predisposed to like Victorian slang. Apparently the phrase ‘to take the Huntley’ means ‘to be most excellent’ (as in to take the biscuit, Huntley and Palmer’s biscuits being a well know brand in those days).