LET the record show that I am no prude, and have occasionally allowed the odd curse word to pass through my lips, usually preceded by the words, "Who took my….", "Seriously?! Are you….", and the classic, "What the…!"
We're rarely startled these days when we hear swearing in films, on telly, or when Rob Kidd slips one through to the keeper during his morning radio show.
But if you're planning to travel to NSW the only thing your lips should be doing is smiling politely, and staying firmly closed, because their state government has increased on-the-spot fines for swearing in public from $100 to $500.
Are they %&$# joking?!
So folk in NSW had better watch their p's and q's, especially since the government has point blank refused to issue a list of rude words to avoid.
It appears they're leaving it to the police to determine what is naughty and nice; won't that be fun?
So sporting fans thinking of giving the ref a gobfull this weekend had better think twice, as should comedians who rely on four letter words to get cheap laughs, and schoolkids singing a popular song featuring a certain farmyard animal may be given a real education, 'E-I-E-I-Ouch!'
Here in Queensland, swearing in public attracts a $100 fine.
Which means just last night I could have potentially been fined $3600 during the first 10 minutes of the news.
This may also explain the proliferation of For Sale signs at our end of the street?
Regardless, I'm actually in favour of public places being swear-free zones, particularly at checkouts, service stations and school pick up zones.
Perhaps society would become a much nicer place if we all tried to curb the excess of expletives?
Besides, it's not a crime to simply think of your swear words… yet.