It were mental last weekend. We went crazy at the club. We did.
We ran around like a bunch of loonies.
Johnny was cackling like a fool. He’s a right schizo. He is.
Gives me the creeps, a right window-licker.
He’s not that bad really. He isn’t.
You gotta be a bit insane to live around here.
The place is completely mad! It is.
Could send anyone doolally. Completely demented!
Living like this is no living. It’s insane! Innit?
Yes. But Johnny’s a bit cuckoo. He is.
He just lost it. Went all OCD on me.
One minute I was ok. The next I wasn’t.
Bloody lunatic. Went bananas.
I wish he’d go away. I need him like a hole in my head.
It’s nuts being around him. Sends me round the bend.
Now everyone and me thinks I’m loopy.
Bloody psychos everywhere. Crackpots.
Nutters, them all. So they are.
Very interesting. Amazing how some people do not realise what they are saying.
There is a current BBC Disability podcast http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p057dqhz which sadly starts with a discussion of the words insane and sick – the presenter – describes insane as: this mental healthy word. The addition of that y somehow makes it so derogatory. According to the podcast it is OK to use these words because they are now used to mean amazing.