restaurant users

"Users" sounds odd; not quite right.
I call them customers; "patrons" is OK.
Restaurant personnel call them customers.





David

"The sort of person he is" is: mentally sick,
but (in his defense) we already KNOW that about him
from too many social interchanges with him in this forum;
i.e., he who opts to continue social relations with him,
must expect to get befouled in mind or spirit from those interactions.
He who plays with a porcupine or who fondles a cactus
must expect certain results to his hands.
( Does the wise man suppose that a porcupine will go bald?? )

Accordingly, I 've had JTT on Ignore for a long time.
I have discovered that while I have him on Ignore,
my world is clean of him and I need have no concern,
but he who continues to play with JTT must expect him to remain JTT.





David

It appears most people have, but that doesn't stop him snapping at your heels, desperate to be noticed.

Is there a snap,
if u dont hear it??

I agree that his desperation to be heard is sad.
Presumably, his mental health care professionals (if such there be)
dont want us to ostracize him, but he made the conscious choice
to be universally abhorrent. We dont have to put up with that.

Lies, you say?

And over here in China:

"JTT is a cock womble"

8320 results

He gets about a lot doesn't he?

This is a lie, there are zero results for that specific phrase.

However, there are two results for "you're an absolute cock womble".

Both were uttered last year on A2K.

I'm from South London originally. Do you suppose "cock wombles" are those men one used to see on Wimbledon Common, that my Mum used to warn me about when I was a boy? Despite my questions, she was curiously non-specific about exactly why I was supposed to avoid them, (except to say that they liked to "hurt little boys") She also warned me to avoid the public toilets on the Common. I once defied her warning because of necessity and spent an enlightening half hour reading the many messages and little stories, plus some rather (even to my young eye) ill-executed sketches, that completely covered all the walls and door of a cubicle in there. I took care to wait until the urinal part was empty before emerging.

I once saw the inside of a toilet door in a shopping mall on Avenue Jean Médécin in Nice called "Nice Etoile" which provided me with an invaluable language lesson - "Cherche jeune mec pour me sucer la bite" etc, so it's not just a Brit thing.

That would be me. My examples aren't the only use of the phrase though.



In response to David Cameron's first tweet.

http://storify.com/nmemagazine/david-cameron-s-first-tweet-a-nation-responds

I think we're both of the generation where we learned more about sex from what was written on bog walls than we did at school.

You know I knew one of those was you.

But I'm not discussing the grammatical use of the phrase or its intrinsic value.

The assertions about google results were so far devoid of soundness.

That's a clueless search, just some random words.

Try quoting the phrase and see what happens.

Even at the age of 10 I felt that the (quite long) story that started "My older brother recently joined the Merchant Navy. When he came home on leave we had to share a bed..." was made up, even though the handwriting was very neat, and the grammar impeccable.

When I was about 7 a boy at junior school called Robert W****** told me that he knew how babies were made. He said that a man and woman "put their cocks together". I knew girls didn't have "cocks", so this could not be so. He got a girl pregnant when he was 14. Perhaps this was because of his ignorance, I don't know.

My parents carried out my sex education in an odd way. I was a bookish little chap, and by the age of 10 I had read just about all the books on the bookshelf in the sitting room, and many more besides. One day I noticed a new addition: "Two Hungarian Poets". The dust jacket proclaimed it to be "A collection of poems by two Hungarian brothers, Henri and Gustav De la Umberg, in the original Hungarian". I was puzzled because I knew that neither of my parents liked poetry or understood Hungarian. I opened the book and found that it was actually "What Is Sex? A Guide For Young People" by someone called Helena Wright BSc. It pretty well covered everything one needed to know. The dust jacket was reversible, with the real one printed on the other side, as a note on the title page advised, to avoid embarrassment. I later found out that Helena Wright was a disciple of Marie Stopes in the 1920s.

You don't say.

What 's a womble ?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it, SK? A liar, probably congenital, just like her pa. Now that comes as no surprise.

If you've read so much, why are you so incompetent when it comes to describing the English language, Contrex? There are many excellent resources available, some I think that even you could understand, that would bring you at least partially up to speed.

That's not odd, that's perverted, C. It's apparent that from these two "parents" you got your inability to deal honestly with anything.