So nurses have been told they cannot use words like luvvie, pet or dear to address their patients.
This is the latest madness to emanate from the jobsworths who now occupy over paid positions in many of our major public services.
What is wrong with these people? Are we really offended when lying in hospital if someone calls us “love.” I for one regard it as a friendly, caring sort of greeting and have never met anyone who objects about the use of such words.
But then this is all part of the new speak which is steadily eroding our traditional ways of communicating with each other.
Yet those who seek to inflict this upon us are it seems actually winning, How many times these days do you pass a comment only to be told: “You can’t say that?”
We have got to the stage where we really do have people who use phrases like chemically inconvenienced (drunk) and uniquely co-ordinated (clumsy).
And they are the ones who through persistence and stealth are inflicting upon us ideas and actions that are both alien and frightening.
It’s called political correctness and its origin has been traced back to Chairman Mau of China’s infamous Little Red Book.
It is, of course, not just the way we speak that is under attack.
The latest trend is to destroy what remains of the great British Christmas.
Some cities have banned the name and refer to it now only as a Winter Festival.
This year Oxford has decided that traditional street themes – you know, Santas, reindeers that sort of thing – will be replaced by a 25-metre high mobile of lanterns in the shape of the solar system under the title of Winter Light Festival which will include events marking the Hindu Diwali and Jewish Hannukah festivals as well as Christmas. It also coincides with the start of International Year of Astronomy 2009.
Those who make these ridiculous decisions claim it’s to involve all sections and all religions yet in Oxford it’s brought criticism from muslims and a local rabbi.
But you can bet your life the interfering busybodies who want to tamper with every aspect of our way of life won’t give in easily.
For proof look what happened in Scarborough a couple of months ago when the local college decided Christmas and Easter were “out” and replaced them on calendars and diaries with “end of term break.”
And so it goes on
The PC brigade tell us the ending of Humpty Dumpty is upsetting. And Snow White no longer has seven dwarfs.
Recent years have seen good old fashioned Punch and Judy shows banned in case they encourage domestic violence.
Council chairmen are now known only as “the chair” or “chairperson.” Manholes are now people’s holes, school sports days are changed to ensure there are no winners or losers in case some kids get upset, parents have been stopped taking pictures of their children so no-one can think they are paedophiles.
Even government ministers fall foul of the masters of newspeak.
Home Office minister John Denham was criticised by the police for using a well known phrase because of race relations rules.
He was told that officers could face disciplinary charges for saying “nitty gritty” because it dates from the slavery era.
I reckon it’s time to rebel, to fight back, to talk like we were taught to talk, to express ourselves in proper, simple, everyday English.
And start by telling those who try to force us to do otherwise in in equally understandable language to go to hell.