Words

by pauland1707

Gangs of young men wearing industrial helmets and jackets to increase their visibility. Drinking foaming pints of pints of foaming alcohol. All working, it would seem, on re-hashing a Temple to Capitalism. Accents and dialects from many a place: Geordie-City-Land, Mancunia, Scotland-Land and Liverpule. All these chaps here and not there, so who’s there? Probably chaps from here. And probably wearing industrial helmets and jackets to increase their visibility. And drinking foaming pints of pints of foaming alcohol. All away from their families and homes to rehash the Temples to Capitalism. This is strange.

But these ‘ere young blokes use a bit of saucy language, a bit of the Old English, a little bit colourful. Raucous. Fruity even. But you hear it on the BBC everyday, after the wood-shed, coal-shed, tool-shed or whatever shed it is. A lot of saucy language goes on in sheds. Hammers and thumbs. Bugger, damn and blast!! Little lads and dads making cupboards and cabinets and flat packed, flat pack furniture and a little lad and dad relationship. The kind that should exist where little lads and dads make cupboards and cabinets and flat packed, flat pack furniture. Then dad hits his thumb with a hammer and, like the young men in their industrial helmets and jackets to increase their visibility, dad’s words get a bit industrial.

Don’t write a letter home, servant to Mr Gove, a few fruity words are part of our language. We just need to know when. And that is when little lads and dads with hammers is fundamental. Maybe you should have a wee think on that when the Temples to Capitalism are being rehashed by gangs of young men wearing industrial helmets and jackets to increase their visibility. Drinking foaming pints of pints of foaming alcohol. Gangs of young men who should be there and not here. And the gangs of young men wearing industrial helmets and jackets to increase their visibility. Drinking foaming pints of pints of foaming alcohol. Who should be here and not there. When they’re not there, they’re here. And when they’re not here they’re there. And they’re not in sheds, those little lads, making cupboards and cabinets and flat packed, flat pack furniture and a little lad and dad relationship because those dads are too busy rehashing Temples to Capitalism.