Looks like my 8-year-old son has learned some bad language. Bloody cable television is ruining families. If we can't sit together in front a fucking television as a happy fucking family and watch a fucking show without violence, sex and cursing then it's a sad fucking time in this world. 

I'm one of the fortunate ones. I have a good relationship with my kids. So I sat my son, Jack, down and told him: "That kind of fucking language is fresh and rude and makes you sound fucking ignorant."

He seemed to understand, he said: "Oh my fucking word, dad. I sounded like a rude wanker. I'll never use that language again. You have my fucking word."

I cried a little. It means a lot when you get through to someone you love.