I’m mighty glad there are words deemed rude and offensive that have come from the annals of history because, quite frankly, sugar, fudge, even bugger don’t cut it in the way a pithier, ruder epithet does.
I love swearing, it really helps me vent my spleen- when I was driving the other day it hurt each time I changed my foot from one pedal to another and a good old spontaneous “boll***ing f**k” really helped!
My son doesn’t like me swearing so I try hard not to do it in front of him and likewise, if I’m in someone’s company like @Charlie’s who doesn’t like it, I’ll try to reign in the potty mouth because I don’t want to deliberately offend.
My parents never swore when we were kids and my dad didn’t like “blimey” for the reasons already noted.