I'm not sure the young lads could cope with such industrial language Tigs.

For my sins, I spent some of my working time delivering letters, which gave me cause to walk through the odd schoolyard. One of the things which made me reflect on the logic used by those in authority today is the [iFACT[/i that if the average conversation in a junior shcool playground were to be recorded, they wouldn't be allowed to broadcast it before midnight, just in case the young lads were listening..

But you've not met Sweary Johnny Bulliac. He'd make a sailor blush.

I used to work with someone known as Effin Beryl, 'cept she wasn't [iactually[/i known as Effin and the word she was known as, might well fuse the filters on here ut I think, as you have met Sweary, you may well guess what it was].

Now, whilst not having met your mate, my personal suspicion is that Effin might well have made Sweary blush...and she was not much wore than the kids in the playground.

Tigs you should play matchmaker here.