Swearing

When I was in a heavy metal band in Montreal in the late seventies, the Greek lead singer literally punctuated every comment with the F word. It was, f***, like, f***, just like this, f***.

Well, when you're in a band it's like marrying three other guys (without the sex) and you all start to talk like each other. Well, guess what happened.

So, I do tend to swear, but my parents have never sworn, ever. Ever! And they're not Christian. The worst that ever came out of my mother's mouth was "Damn!" and my father's: "Fudge."

My sister has a potty mouth, as do most of my other relatives and friends, but I drew the line when my son was born. I clamped down. It's like being in church when my friends are around him, and I get really angry when they break the rules. And someone I know now never, ever swears, not even a "damn", and though it's seemingly trivial, it really, really makes a difference in life. F***in' A, it really does.