Boo... Hiss... Fascists... :furious:
I used to be a glazier and I fixed broken ******* all the time, sometimes the ******* were broken by accident other times the ******* where broken by hooligans...

But I loved me job repairing broken ******* and now here I am not even allowed to mention the fact that I used to earn a living repairing *******...

What next... wont we be able say... ******** or ***** or **** ***** ****** even...

it's just lucky for me that us Scots pronounce ******* as windays at least I can say that...

PS: That means I can tell any more stories about peeking through auld Mrs Johnstones ******* from across the road...
