I was over in Crewe earlier today, on business which I’ll blog about tomorrow, when the woman organising artscool came up to me. As I’ve said before, they want to put on my exhibition again, as part of it. However, just as I was taking a bite of my mars bar, she approached me. While she thought my work was brilliant, she had noticed two of the bits of writing had swear words in. as it was for kids, she asked me to change the offending words.

The first piece I had no problem with: its simply a case of changing arse to butt (arse is cooler, but never mind). However, the second piece was different. It is the closing sentence of this blog entry I need to change. While I see her point, I also think that profanity is necessary, especially in such cases. She did, in fact, agree with me, but there are kids involved. I am loathe to change it – those words were written out of hatred and despair. Most of my work in my exhibition, I feel, is very upbeat, but people need to see the contrast.

While the thought of changing those words puts me in a foul mood, I guess I need to change them. After all, there are kids involved. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.