For those of us suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the Thick of It and the vast quantity of baroque swearing, the Guardian provides a transcript of a press conference with Joe Kinnear, the temporary manager of Newcastle United.
One of the things I like about the Guardian is that it accepts that we are adults and doesn't try to shield us from the language. The Sun will happily fill page three with one or two semi-naked women, but will defend itself as a family paper and delete the expletives with judicious use of asterisks, giving the readers the - limited - challenge of working out which combination of consonant, vowel, consonant, consonant was used. The same applies to their ever-expanding dictionary of salacious euphemisms for various sexual acts.
The Guardian doesn't do that. Rather like Radio 4, it assumes that the readership are grown up enough to accept the odd swear word - or a Profanisaurus-full in Mr Kinnear's case.
Obviously, not suitable for maiden aunts who might be reading this.