One of my swimmer pals suggested that I learn a foreign language and swear in that language. My luck someone from Laos or Nigeria would be in the gym and hear me.
I just listened to Creme and the young Eric Clapton. Boy did that take me back to my misspent youth. A lot of drugs and sex were involved and the budding of my swearing practice.
For your viewing pleasure-look what has happened to my house in the last few days:
Hot damn. Hot darn just doesn't sound right. Maybe I could swear like The Fantastic Mr Fox: