TMWSC and Mrs MWSC are on the sofas, watching I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, when there is an advert break, during which TMWSC decides to clear his throat at the same time as music plays on an advert.
Mrs MWSC: "You're not singing along are you? That's a One Direction perfume ad!"
TMWSC: "No, I'm just clearing my throat."
Mrs MWSC: "Oh, okay."
TMWSC: "What's with fucking perfume? Why does everyone seem to think it's okay to have their own perfume, for fuck's sake?"
Mrs MWSC: "That's the norm, now. Katy Perry's got one. They're ones that have been made already, though, and just haven't been named. Proper perfumes take ages to make - well, you know because we saw the film *. Anyone can make one; you could make one."
TMWSC: "Yeah, but I'd have to call it 'Cunt'."
Mrs MWSC: "Yes, of course. You could have 'Eau de Cunt'."
TMWSC: "Is that Eau de Cunt or Odour Cunt, though?"
Mrs MWSC: "Either would work."
[ Owed A Cunt is of course a third variant that was not discussed ]
[ *An excellent film called 'Perfume' ]
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