By Tim Richardson
I love swearing.
Really, I do.
Seriously, I really ****ing love swearing.
And it seems I’m in good company. It seems the government’s
chief whip also likes to sprinkle his conversations with expletives. And why not?
After all, those short, punchy, hard-edged Anglo Saxon words
are an absolute delight. They punctuate sentences delightfully adding emphasis
when no other word will suffice.
Now, before you chuffing kick off and get all hoity-toity on
me about bad language, some boffins
conducted research and concluded that swearing can increase your pain
threshold.
So, in a scientific experiment (of sorts) I decided to try it
out for myself. I decided to stub a toe on my left foot and use a non-profanity
to see if it helped. Let me tell you, screaming ‘tranche’ and hopping around
the kitchen didn’t do it for me. It
really f***ing hurt.
Then, once the pain had subsided I deliberately stubbed my
little toe on my right foot. In the name of science, I then opted for one of my
favourite swear words to see if that would help ease the pain. Nope. It still
really f***ing hurt.
