Dad comes home from work to find wife busy with final stages of tea. "Mmmm, smells nice, hon, what is it?" "F***ing fish" she replies, matter of factly. He is shocked. "You been at the sherry, love, there's no need for that language!" She laughs, "No, silly. That's what they're called. New species they found in the Atlantic. Good substitute for cod, apparently."
As husband seats himself at the table, junior joins him and looks puzzled as his mother places a steaming plate of this new fish before him. "What's that, mum?" he asks. "F***ing fish" his father replies. "That's what i like, dad, man to man talk. Pass the f***ing ketchup."