If anything, Jim has taught us that language means what you want it to mean. To think otherwise, to confuse the connotative meaning with denotative would be...politically correct. And sweet fucking jesus on a stick, we can't have that in the Forest City.
So, in the spirit of truth talking; in the spirit of calling a retard a retard; in the spirit of not adhering to political correctness, as defined by the self-proclaimed voice of London...wait, I have to read a letter.
Still reading it.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Oh yeah. Forgot you were still here. Thank goodness this isn't a live radio show, 'cause that would be excruciating for listeners.
Jim; it's OK to not be clever. We all get to this point somewhere after age 25. You must have missed that revelatory day. The one where we realise that our shit does stink.
So here's a hot tip for you; don't make your mudfortunate ignorance so obvious and don't shout it to the world. Don't do radio and PR with this level of self-awareness.