Was going to do a Twitter spoof of the shit my Mum comes out with, ‘@Love, Betty’, but it sorta dematerialised into texts.
Typical tone observing Matt Hancock ‘he looks like a haemorrhoid with limbs’. My brother bringing a new gf home and when they both nipped out for a shared cigarette my Mum blubs ‘did he find her fishing in the bloody canal?’. Endless lists of disses. Watching rugby complaining about a certain female host (Sara Elgan Easterby) showing too much leg, ‘does she have no shame?’.
In public, similar statements can emerge a few decibels louder than you might feel comfortable with, constantly.