In 2012 there was a spate of iPhone auto-corrects published on Facebook – these for people who don’t know, are when the auto-correct function on an iPhone changes the text message from that which the sender intended, usually correcting a typo and substituting with the phone’s best guess, which is often hilariously random nonsense.
One which particularly tickled me was an exchange where one writer asked, “what colour is your dress?” and was answered not with the intended “fuchsia” but the rather memorable “Fuck-weasel”. It became my favourite expletive for a while but I also started to think about what kind of a personality a real Fuck-Weasel might have. Obviously, I thought, it (she?) would be brave and feisty, strong and undaunted.