The bottom (fart) line is this: I don’t want to become someone who will blithely carry on when a king’s name is as close to the word cunt as Cnut’s is. If I get to the point where that amusement is lost on me – the fact that a big important serious king is very very nearly called King Cunt, King Cunt the Great or the Great Big Cunt – then I think an important part of me will have died.
