I'm an actual twatting bastard... I often shout "howdy diddly do" over my hedge to my hungover neighbour, very loudly.
I call my son FlynnBobFunnyPants.
I shop at Sainsbugs, I have a hub (sometimes a hubby), I say McFatTwats (or McFatties in front of the children) I sing the exact same song as Lady Beagle during the 3 month excitement buildining run up to our week in Devon, and if we got past an airport on the way I pretend we're on it, I say DUCK under every bridge on the motorway and SQUIRRELS on country leaf covered lanes, and if we go over a bridge I ALWAYS sing "Over the rickety bridge" even if it's the river fucking severn... oh my.
SHIT I even say OH MY in real life, whoops a diddle, fuck a diddle, diddly shit, squit, BBQAROO, and my only redeeming feature is that my children know that the NING NANG NONG is an actual published poem and not just another of mother's rantings.
Proud and slightly scared to be a twat. IWBU.
As you were.