Not sure if this counts, but...
The sweary other half likes to recount the tale of when she was but a wee lass, walking through the Haymarket bus station in Newcastle with her parents.

Now, bus stations have always had something of a pull on the underbelly of society. Bunches of young ne'er-do-wells hanging around, drinking cider and smoking, and this was no exception. Tourettes and parents are walking through the bus station when they come across a group of said ne'er-do-wells doing what ne'er-do-wells do, namely the aforementioned cider-quaffing and smoking of cheap cigarettes. Oh, and apparently swearing profusely at the time time (talk about multi-tasking).

Anyway, Tourette's dad takes exception at this, being accompanied by his wife and young daughter at the time, and decides to take them to task about their frankly appalling behaviour.

"Do you mind"? bellows he in that protective father manner, "My wife and daughter can hear every syllable of your disgusting language. Have a bit of respect for your elders and be sensitive to the fact that there are young, impressionable children that can hear what you're saying".

Now, had he stopped at the point, he could have walked off with his head held high, knowing he had made his point, and probably made it well.

Unfortunately, before he could stop himself, and probably without realising, he finished off with "You bunch of fucking foul-mouthed CUNTS"!

Result: one group of mildly shell-shocked but pissing themselves laughing bunch of eighties chav-equivalents.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 4 Oct 2007, 22:05, Reply)