Taboo...

A discussion about language. “Is every other word a fuck? You’ve met these people. Is every other word a fuck?”

In the male-dominated world of work, well, at least the low rent places I’ve found myself over the years, every other word is fuck. It’s what men do. Fuck this, fuck that, fuck a duck. It’s not a sign of inarticulacy, it’s not a sign of vulgarity, it’s just...well, it just is. Occasional bloodys, buggers and bastards are acceptable. In moderation. Apparently. If I’d swanned around building sites using the word bugger...well,I suspect I’d’ve been buggered by the bloody bastards.

Aye, discussions about language. They’re enough to make you want to tell censorious people to fuck off.

But...y’know...maybe I have more in common with Sarah Silverman than stunning good looks and perhaps my writing is littered with filth for the same reasons that SS’s act is littered with, well, disgraceful muck and taboos. " [it’s] not a conscious choice,” said SS in an interview with The Guardian, “When I was three, my dad taught me all these swears, y'know: bitch, bastard, damn, shit, and I would yell it at the supermarket, and he'd die laughing. And I got strong reactions, one way or another, from swearing at three. I think you get addicted to that attention."

Tags: language, Hull, Sarah Silverman

Fair enough...

Didn't get round to posting this dazzling image when I planned. This is as close as I got to Hull Fair this year - just a passing blur from a Northern train taking me from Beverley to Hull. I didn't miss the nausea although I wouldn't've minded a bag of Carver's chips, a nice greasy burger and a toffee apple. Must try harder next year.

Two old women on the bus: "My niece came to have a look at the new shopping centre. She thought it was bloody rubbish."
"It is bloody rubbish."
"You're right. So she's gone back home to Manchester and that's what she'll be telling everyone there - that new shopping centre in Hull's bloody rubbish. They got shops there already in Manchester, see?"
Meanwhile, I had a strange moment in Hull's transport interchange the other day, when I had a few minutes to spare and started looking around. I thought to myself, actually, this is all quite impressive. Unfortunately, Phil and Kirstie off of Location, Location, Location will be revealing that Hull is the second worst place to live in the country tomorrow night, while we're also developing a reputation for drinking a tad too much around here, so the renaissance is getting a reality check. Actually, Hull's inclusion on the Location, Location, Location hit list is a tad baffling when you read their own words: "Hull makes a return to the list as the 2nd worst place to live, following it being declared the “worst” place in 2005, but then improving enough to not even make the top 10 last year" and suggests a bit of arbitrary sticking pins in a map slice of randomness to me. Still, all nice publicity for the show and that's all that matters...

In other news, here's a film - I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With - that, title aside, has all the makings of a Killing Time favourite, starring two of my favourite people - Jeff Garlin (of Curb Your Enthusiasm fame) and the luverly Sarah Silverman, who should feel lucky that we are separated by a rather large ocean, otherwise I would be stalking her.

Tags: Hull Fair, Hull, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Sarah Silverman