James Hughes is a freelance wrirer.
Just to save a few sad coins, I confess I’ve been trying those coffee sachets – permanently half-price in supermarkets.
Right now, a national swear jar would plunder windfalls dwarfing iron ore royalties. Why is this happening?
I defended Dad, of course. But I didn’t exactly react with valour and pith.
In an era of unrestraint, partisan bombast and ritualised attention-seeking, the humble insult finds itself in a state of confusion.