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I'm having a lovely time away from the lovely neighbours, whom I'm not to refer to as cunts. They are not cunts really, they are just cunts. Cunts. The weather is being a bit of a cunt too. It's got very windy, but that's the sort of cunt I can live with. Dinner was lovely this evening. It wasn't necessary to send out for a takeaway. Lovely company too, over at my best friend's. A question. Why Am I told that I shouldn't use the word cunt, when cunt is exactly the right word for what I mean to say? It's all shallow Anglo-Saxon hypocrisy if yer arsts me. It's our national avoidance of the word cunt that made Britain great.