The words which make up the title of this post were an off the cuff insult directed towards London, Labour council members by Boris Johnson (the Mayor of London), when he was ejected from a meeting yesterday as a result of a majority vote.
I have inherited my father's tendency to stammer a bit, go red in the face, stare wildly whilst resisting the impulse to strike out and/or burst into tears, when confronted with an insult. In fact I have slightly improved on my father's technique by usually shouting a few four letter words of such an obscene nature, that total strangers who happen to overhear them (impossible not to) in a public place are deeply shocked and outraged. I did it only the other night in the pub, but I have to admit that alcohol played a part in it.
Boris was obviously beside himself with rage, but somehow managed to pepper his reaction with a variety of multi-syllabic words which most people only use if they are marine biologists, or biological scientists of some sort or other.
Boris went to Eton. I went to a Woking Secondary Modern.