Road rage, car rage, plane rage. There seems to be a rage for everything these days! Rarely a week goes by without some report of someone who has 'lost it' as the red mist descended. The reasons are, in my view, twofold; on the one hand our expectations have risen steadily and on the other hand, so have our stress levels.
Appearing on children's TV meant I had to control my urge to swear if I wanted to keep my job. After so many years the habit's kind of stuck. In the Shawshank Redemption Morgan Freeman continues to ask permission to go to the toilet even when he's freed from prison. That's a bit like me. I ask permission. Then I go to the toilet and swear like a f**king trooper.