“I asked you a civilized question: where’s your f*%$ing manager.” Hardly civilized in my opinion. I am not a prude when it comes to language. The f-word comes out of my mouth very naturally. But, not within the earshot of children. Children tend to repeat swear words more than not…and it’s usually in front of their nan. I implore you, random man in Covent Garden Market, do not come into my neighborhood screaming “effing this” and “effing that” in front of the children. It is seriously bad form. Oh, and try not to litter either. My taxes are high enough.

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