[John Whitworth]

Must have had the flu

[Wendy Sloan]

Hmmmm. More smutty than I'd expected...

[Terese Coe]

Smutty is the new saucy? Filthy is the new smutty? Or are we showing our age, perish the thought.

[John Whitworth]

I've no objection to filth. I, after all,edited an anthology of it. But she SAID saucy, which isn't at all the same. Perhaps, as you, Terese, hint, she wasn't properly brought up. I always tried not to swear in front of my children, though with little success according tothem. I blame it on my upbringing. Scots swear a helluva lot. It masks their essential benevolence. Incidentally, the winning dialogue is but a poor prose rendition of a poem by Wendy Cope which may well have won a previous competition. In her younger days she used to enter (and more than just occasionally win) those things.

As the man said (Lionel Bart) Fings ain't wot they useter be!

[Jim Hayes]

Yes John, I recognized the Cope and thought the entry was poor form and surprised that it found favor.
Guess you're right, fings aren't at all wot they used ter be.

Jim

[Terese Coe]

Originally Posted by John Whitworth

Perhaps as you, Terese, hint, she wasn't properly brought up.

??? Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

[Petra Norr]

Sorry, wrong thread.