When irritated by someone or something, I have been known to untter a Georgean Guards Serjeants' curse;
"Come on Damn your Eyes, Limbs and Blue Breeches!"
In company this is sometimes uttered as "Ach! Eyes, limbs and Breeks!"

If stuck in a queue which isn't moving or I'm running late and can't catch up (because of the slowness of public transport etc.)
I have been known to mutter "Come on GAFMO" (Get A F***ing Move On)

To myself, I've been known to mutter "Get a move on, we're burning daylight" (although, where I picked that up, I don't know).

And on occasion, when things have gone wrong and after the burst of frustration and anger (often at myself), I'm sometimes stoic enough to mutter:
"What can't be cured must be endured" and try to sort myself out.

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