^ Recently read the Tom Hardy interview in Esquire…
We went back to the car, and by this time the wooden gate was closed. Hardy had to get out and open it, and the old flowermonger made a sardonic comment.
"Clever old cunt, isn't he?" Hardy said as he drove away, but then he threw the car into reverse and bought a bouquet of flowers wrapped in plastic.
"Why did you buy the flowers?" I asked. "I thought he was a clever old cunt."
"He is," Hardy said. "But maybe one day when the water gets deep, he'll be the one with the skiff. He'll be the one with the oar, and I'll be glad I bought flowers from the clever old cunt."
License to say "cunt" is one of the perks of being British.