It’s touching the way the Times doesn’t allow swearing within its pages. It harks back to a safer time, before the Lady Chatterley trial and the subsequent decline in moral standards that ruined society.
In a way, I can understand why they might balk at the “f-word”, the “c-word” or the “x-word”. But there’s no real excuse for this, in an interview with Girls Aloud the other day:
They stop outside a boarded-up nightclub: Twilight.
“This is a s***hole,” affirms Nadine Coyle.
“Aw,” says Cheryl Cole. “What a smell of stale p***.”
They pose for photos. A VW convertible slows and a man leans out of the passenger window. “Nice arse!”
“What a d***head,” mutters Cheryl.
The censorship of this fine Anglo-Saxon language – and the random way the word “arse” is considered OK – is baffling. Perhaps a lot of vicars and elderly maiden aunts read the Times. They’re probably wondering why the nightclub smells of stale plum.
Incidentally, the piece is called “Why it’s OK to like Girls Aloud”. Didn’t everyone figure that out several years ago? Now the Times says they’re cool, I’m going off them.
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The Conversation {2 comments}
Sorry, I still don’t know why it’s OK to like Girls Aloud. Unless you’re in search of pedestrian w**k fodder. Or is that wank f***er?
T*m F**tm*n’s right. It’s not okay to like Girls Aloud. In fact they can take their ****ing music and stick it right up their ****s and **** on it until their ****s snap off and ****ing ******** vegetables **** with a sawn-off ****ed broom handle and a ****ing hamster.
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