Swearing out the angry

You know me, or this simulacrum of me, from which I hope you take the idea that I’m a lover of peace and pleasantness in general, yes?

This makes what is coming out of my mouth at the moment all the more odd.

Towit: while driving Señor Mojito to work this morning, I pointed out the sights around the ‘burn.

“There’s the pool that was closed down this summer,” I said. “And there are the pylons to which my brother and I gaves names when we were kids. And this street was mainly paddocks when I was growing up. And [incriminating details omitted] from over there is a crazy [shameful slurs omitted] bitch.”

I was as surprised as my companion at such a remark, and probably more disquieted. What the hell is happening in my id?