New Labour - New Profanity

The civilised person in us all usually obeys the dictum of William of Wykeham and in the daily run of things, our well-mannered tongues stay firmly in place, smiling teeth are clamped and gritted, and resentment festers darkly in denial. But rather than supress my anguish, I have been employing a different strategy, and positively enjoying the resentment I have been feeling towards people who have treated me badly in the past. It's great - you should try it. How good is it to scratch an itch ?

For some reason I have coined a rather satisfying phrase (the feeling being momentary but nonetheless an achievement of note) which makes me laugh out loud as I savour it's childish obscenity. I am sure I have never heard anyone call anyone else this, but it's somehow revolting and descriptive and colourful enough to be an eyebrow-raiser in the right context.

The last term I heard like it was "spunk-bubble" - which to my certain knowledge was coined in South Norwood High School, 1974.

I'm not sure I want to divulge it yet.