Auntie Doris’s “Thats Swearing” #6 Bugger and Sod

imageAww, what could be sweeter, than having a little kiddie on your knee. One that’s just learned how to giggle, and that giggle is infectious. When you can make a trumping sound by placing your lips against its chubby little face and blowing, and that makes it giggle all the more. Maybe you are the proud grandparent, or great aunt, and the parents are there watching, wreathed in smiles at your delight, and your interaction with the kiddie. I’ve been there. most of us have. But how do people of my generation address the little bundle of joy?
“Who’s a cheeky little bugger then? Who’s a little bugger? Come here Buggerlugs!”
Which is quite shocking when you think about it, particularly seeing as how “bugger” is the technical term for a man placing his John Stuart Mill into the back passage of another person, either within the context of a loving relationship between consenting adults or not. And “Buggerlugs” would be the ears or any other protuberant pieces of flesh which the man would use to hold the other person steady whilst he performed the act. I have said it before, and I will say it again. There are some filthy so and sos knocking about.
How on earth did reference to that become an acceptable term of endearment for a ruddy toddler. Amazingly, it was long before the idea of a disc jockey was ever though up, long before there were any discs to jockey. Probably even long before the white man ever clapped eyes on his first didgeridoo. The phrase was probably first coined in Ancient Greece. They were all up to no ruddy good in those days, Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, the ruddy lot. Ruddy clever at philosophy, but not an ounce of common sense between the ruddy lot of them. Using their clever ruddy long words to make up excuses for all kinds of wicked carryings on. Ruddy Socrates going on about giving Asclepius some cock, even with his dying breath. No wonder the Greek civilisation didn’t survive. I wouldn’t have trusted any of that lot any further than I could have thrown them. And I would have gladly thrown most of them off a steep cliff. They might have thought that they could do philosophy, but none of them was a patch on Wittgenstein.
Any road, bugger means the same as “sod” which comes from the bible, where the wicked people lived in Sodom and Gomorrah. I don’t know why Gomorrah never caught on as a swearword, unless the Irish took it on and turned it into Begorrah.
When My Raymond’s mother was particularly cross, she used to say “Sod my Rags” which sounded particularly crude to me. Io this day, I still can’t imagine what it meant, and neither can she, probably. I would steer clear of strong swearing like that if I were you. It could only lead to trouble if a policeman heard you. Or a vicar.
Situations where “bugger” or “sod” might come in handy.
(i) When you are carrying a paper bag full of cooked meat pies back from the butchers, and some of the gravy seeps out and soils into the bottom of the bag causing it to tear through so that the pies fall out and splatter on the floor, causing hot gravy to splash up and ruin your tights. “Bugger”
(ii) When a gentleman who has seen what happened comes out and offers to clean you up with a damp cloth, but the higher he gets up your leg, the less it seems to be damp cloth and the more it seems to be sweaty fingers “Sod off, you filthy bugger”
(iii) when you get home and realise that in addition to attempting to cop a feel, the sly so and so has managed to lift your ruddy purse. “Sodding Nora, the cheeky ruddy Bugger!”

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4 thoughts on “Auntie Doris’s “Thats Swearing” #6 Bugger and Sod

  1. I think your Auntie Doris would have enjoyed my Aunt Beulah. What a clever, laugh-producing post this is. I particularly like the examples of proper usage of sod and bugger and will try to abide by them. I plan to visit Auntie Doris often.

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